The Wide World Is All Before Us

The Best-laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men, Gang Aft A-gley, And Leave Us Nought But Grief And Pain, For Promised Joy.

I'm Truly Sorry Man's Dominion Has Broken Nature's Social Union.

Why Has A Religious Turn Of Mind Always A Tendency To Narrow And Harden The Heart?

Then Gently Scan Your Brother Man, Still Gentler Sister Woman; Though They May Gang A Kennin' Wrang, To Step Aside Is Human.

If There 's A Hole In A' Your Coats, I Rede Ye Tent It; A Chiel 's Amang Ye Takin' Notes, And, Faith, He 'll Prent It.