O thou, whatever title suit thee!
Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie,

(Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Address to the Deil (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).)

Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee,
An' let poor, damned bodies bee;
I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie,
Ev'n to a deil,
To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me,
An' hear us squeel!

(Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Address to the Deil (l. 7-12). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).)

Then you, ye auld, snick-drawing dog!
Ye cam to Paradise incog,
An' played on a man a cursed brogue,
(Black be your fa'!)
An' gied the infant warld a shog,
'Maist ruined a'.

(Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Address to the Deil (l. 91-96). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).)

Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thanket.

(Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Poetical Works, vol. 2, ed. William Scott Douglas (1891). "The Selkirk Grace," (c. 1790).)

O ye wha are sae guid yoursel,
Sae pious and sae holy,
Ye've nought to do but mark and tell
Your neebour's fauts and folly!

(Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Address to the Unco Guid, or the Rigidly Righteous (l. 1-4). . . Burns; Complete Poems and Songs. James Kinsley, ed. (1969) Oxford University Press.)

See Social-life and Glee sit down,
All joyous and unthinking,
Till, quite transmugrified, they're grown
Debauchery and Drinking:

(Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Address to the Unco Guid, or the Rigidly Righteous (l. 33-36). . . Burns; Complete Poems and Songs. James Kinsley, ed. (1969) Oxford University Press.)

Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met?or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken hearted.

(Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Ae Fond Kiss (l. 13-16). . . New Oxford Book of Eighteenth Century Verse, The. Roger Lonsdale, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press.)

What's done we partly may compute,
But know not what's resisted.

(Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Address to the Unco Guid, or the Rigidly Righteous (l. 63-64). . . Burns; Complete Poems and Songs. James Kinsley, ed. (1969) Oxford University Press.)

Let them cant about decorum Who have characters to lose!

(Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. repr. In Poetical Works, vol. 2, ed. William Scott Douglas (1891). "The Jolly Beggars," (1799).)

The best laid schemes o' mice and men Gang aft agley;
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy!

(Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. repr. In Poetical Works, vol. 1, ed. William Scott Douglas (1891). "To a Mouse," st. 7 (1786).)