Ah, Tam! Ah! Tam! Thou'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roast you like a herrin!

'Weel done, Cutty Sark!'

For a' that, and a' that An' twice as muckle 's a' that, I've lost but ane, I've twa behin', I've wife eneugh for a' that.

Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie.

I would not so dishonour God as to lend my voice to perpetuate all the mad and foolish things which men have dared to say of Him. I believe that we may find in…

The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one holds a spider, or some loathsome insect over the fire, abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked: his wr…

'Southern man better keep your head, don't forget what your good book said.' - 'Southern Man'