Ambition has eyes of stone, from which no drop of tenderness can e'er distil. |
No man that's born of woman Shall e'er have power upon thee. |
Do ye think I'll e'er gae back to that Havering, daunering cuif o' a creature, the Crail bailie? |
I marvel at myself, that e'er I yielded This amorous enterprise even to you, But that my loyalty outbears my love. |
A taking hand will never want, let the world be e'er sae scant. |
Gie a bairn his will, and a whelp its fill, and nane o' them will e'er do weel. |