How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful. – Robert Burns
Their sighing , canting , grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces. – Robert Burns

How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful. – Robert Burns
Their sighing , canting , grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces. – Robert Burns
When chill Novembers surly blast make fields and forest bare. – Robert Burns