Monday, 25 January 2010

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou needs not start awa sae hasty
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murdering pattle!
I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor earth-born companion
An' fellow mortal!
-Robert Burns 1785
Every age has those that care.

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