There Is No Such Uncertainty

His Locked, Lettered, Braw Brass Collar, Shewed Him The Gentleman And Scholar.

I Want Someone To Laugh With Me, Someone To Be Grave With Me, Someone To Please Me And Help My Discrimination With His Or Her Own Remark, And At Times, No Doubt, To Admire My Acuteness And Penetration.

Some Wee Short Hour Ayont The Twal.

Auld Nature Swears The Lovely Dears Her Noblest Work She Classes, O; Her 'prentice Han' She Tried On Man, And Then She Made The Lasses, O!

Dare To Be Honest And Fear No Labor. ... Opera Is Where A Man Gets Stabbed In The Back, And Instead Of Dying, He Sings.