Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.
Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us
My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.
Why has a religious turn of mind always a tendency to narrow and harden the heart?
The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.
But of all Nonsense, Religious Nonsense is the most nonsensical; so enough, & more than enough of it - Only, by the bye, will you, or can you tell me, my dear Cunningham, why a religioso turn of mind has always a tendency to narrow and illiberalise the heart?
The heart and benevolent and kind the most resembles God.
And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair. Wha does the utmost that he can Will whyles do mair.
An honest man here lies at rest, the friend of man the friend of truth the friend of age and guide of youth. Few hearts like his with virtue warmed, few heads with knowledge so informed. If there's another world, he lives in bliss. If there is none, he made the best of this.
My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met -- or never parted -- we had never been broken-hearted.