to Scotsman, farmer, lyricist, and Romantic poet Robert Burns, who would have been 254 years old on January 25th. Despite his age, his observations are still quite relevant to the modern world. Cheers to The Bard of Ayrshire!
A Bottle And Friend
There’s nane that’s blest of human kind,
But the cheerful and the gay, man,
Fal, la, la, &c.
Here’s a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair, man?
Wha kens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o’ care, man?
Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me, happiness is shy,
And comes not aye when sought, man.
I do think the word “book” could easily be substituted for “bottle” here, but who am I to question greatness? At any rate, whatever it is you’re grateful for, I hope it brings you warmth during this chill weather!
Note: Due to popularity, it is difficult to keep much of Burns’ work in stock, but we do boast one rare 1905 copy of The Cotter’s Saturday Night, which can be viewed here: http://www.heritagebks.com/poetry/rare/f1325.htm