Life and Existence

God knows, I’m no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.

Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it; But we hae meat, and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit.

But, oh! fell death’s untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early.

But pleasures are like poppies spread— You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river— A moment white—then melts forever.

But pleasures are like poppies spread— You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river— A moment white—then melts forever.

This day Time winds th’ exhausted chain, To run the twelvemonth’s length again.

The voice of Nature loudly cries, And many a message from the skies, That something in us never dies.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min’? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o’ auld lang syne?

John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw, But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo!

John Barleycorn got up again, And sore surprised them all.

Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e’er I spend Are spent among the lasses, O.

Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e’er I spend Are spent among the lasses, O.

Oh wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us,

He wales a portion with judicious care; And “Let us worship God” he says, with solemn air.

The best laid schemes o’ mice and men Gang aft a-gley.

The best laid schemes o’ mice and men Gang aft a-gley.

I am sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew.

Both read the Bible day and night, But thou read’st black where I read white.

This life’s dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye. 2

The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision’s greatest enemy.

Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven, I oft have wish’d for Hell for ease from Heaven.

Great things are done when men and mountains meet; This is not done by jostling in the street.

The Angel that presided o’er my birth Said, “Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth.”

The Angel that presided o’er my birth Said, “Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth.”