To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under… A time to be born, a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to plu… A time to kill, and a time to heal…
O WHAT a plague is love! How shall I bear it? She will inconstant prove, I greatly fear it. She so torments my mind
BYTUENE Mershe ant Averil When spray biginneth to spring, The lutel foul hath hire wyl On hyre lud to synge: Ich libbe in love-longinge
IT fell on a day, and a bonnie si… When green grew aits and barley… That there fell out a great disput… Between Argyll and Airlie. Argyll has raised an hunder men,
It fell about the Martinmas, When the wind blew shrill and caul… Said Edom o’ Gordon to his men, ‘We maun draw to a hauld. ’And whatna hauld sall we draw to,
Courage is the strength to stand u… When it’s easier to fall down and… It is the conviction to explore ne… When it’s easier to believe what w… Courage is the desire to maintain…
As I was walking one morning in s… I heard a fair maiden most charmin… All under her cow, as she sat a-mi… Saying, I shall be married, next… You fairest of all creatures, my e…
WYNTER wakeneth al my care, Nou this leves waxeth bare; Ofte I sike ant mourne sare When hit cometh in my thoht Of this worldes joie, hou hit g…
‘WHY does your brand sae drop wi’… Edward, Edward? Why does your brand sae drop wi’ b… And why sae sad gang ye, O?’ ‘O I hae kill’d my hawk sae gude,
Lysteneth, lordinges, gente and fr… Ich wille you telle of Sire Degar… Knightes that were sometyme in lon… Ferli fele wolde fonde And sechen aventures bi night and…
There were three ravens sat on a t… They were as black as they might b… The one of them said to his mate, ‘Where shall we our breakefast tak… ‘Downe in yonder greene field,
The man cut his throat and left hi… The others went to get it. When they got there they put the h… Farther on the head fell out onto… They put the head back in the sack…
Royal Charlie’s now awa, Safely owre the friendly main; Mony a heart will break in twa, Should he ne’er come back again. Will you no come back again?
OVER the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves; Under floods that are deepest,
THE Indian weed withered quite; Green at morn, cut down at night; Shows thy decay: all flesh is hay: Thus think, then drink Tobacco… And when the smoke ascends on high…
