William Julius Mickle Quotes

For there 's nae luck about the house, There 's nae luck at a'; There 's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman 's awa'.

His very foot has music in 't As he comes up the stairs.

The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw!

Ah! fraudful malice! how shall wisdom's care Escape the poison of thy gilded snare!