But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white, then melts for ever. As Tammie gloured, amazed and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
To a Mouse.
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft a-gley;
An' lea'e us naught but grief and pain
For promised joy.
Scots wha hae.
Let us do, or die!
Address to the Unco Guid.
Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler, sister woman;
Though they may gang a kennin' wrang
To step aside is human.