O Life! Thou Art A

Gars Auld Claes Look Amaist As Weel's The New.

The Lightly-jumping, Glowrin' Trouts, That Thro' My Waters Play.

Just Now I've Taen The Fit O' Rhyme / My Barmie Noddle's Working Prime.

I Have A Hundred Times Wished That One Could Resign Life As An Officer Resigns A Commission.

Good Lord, What Is Man! For As Simple He Looks, Do But Try To Develop His Books And His Crooks, With His Depths And His Shallows, His Good And His Evil, All In All, He's A Problem Must Puzzle The Devil.