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• Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- The Cotter's Saturday Nigh...
• Gars auld claes look amaist as weel 's the new.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- The Cotter's Saturday Nigh...
• Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise, Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- The Cotter's Saturday Nigh...
• That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane. -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Tam o' Shante
• Digiterata: RETAIN BACKUPS TO SHIELD YOU DURING THE RAINS OF WINTER.
  BUT DO NOT DISTRESS YOURSELF WITH IMAGININGS OF POWER FAILURES YET TO COME....
• He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God," he says with solemn air.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- The Cotter's Saturday Nigh...
• Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woma
  Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human....
• Burns: How does he do it, Smithers? Smithers: He's a love machine, sir. -- "Homer's Night Ou
• Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours." -- Robert Byrne