When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare. >>
How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful. >>
Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never m >>
Be both the gardener and the rose. >>
The curse of me and my nation is that we always think things can be be >>
One of the marks of a truly vigorous society is the ability to dispens >>