<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506540" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Mouse, (The best Laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,<br>Oh, what a panic's in thy breastie!<br>Thou need na start awa sae hasty<br>Wi' bickerin brattle!<br>I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee<br>Wi' murd'ring pattle!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm truly sorry man's dominion<br>Has broken Nature's social union,<br>An' justifies that ill opinion<br>Which makes thee startle<br>At me, thy poor earth-born companion,<br>An' fellow-mortal!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve:<br>What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!<br>A daimen icker in a thrave<br>'S a sma' request;<br>I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,<br>An' never miss 't!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!<br>Its silly wa's the win's are strewin!<br>An' naething, now, to big a new ane,<br>O' foggage green!<br>An' bleak December's winds ensuin<br>Baith snell an' keen!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou saw the fields laid bare an' wast,<br>An' weary winter comin fast,<br>An' cozie here beneath the blast<br>Thou thought to dwell,<br>Till crash! the cruel coulter past<br>Out thro' thy cell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble<br>Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!<br>Now thou's turn'd out for a' thy trouble,<br>But house or hald,<br>To thole the winter's sleety dribble<br>An' cranreuch cauld!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane<br>In proving foresight may be vain:<br>The best laid schemes o' mice an' men<br>Gang aft agley,<br>An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain<br>For promis'd joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me!<br>The present only toucheth thee:<br>But, och! I backward cast my e'e<br>On prospects drear!<br>An' forward, tho' I canna see,<br>I guess an' fear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506540" data-title="To A Mouse, (The best Laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men) de Robert Burns" data-description="Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, Oh, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty Wi' bickerin brattle! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee Wi' murd'ring pattle! I'm truly sorry man's dominion Has broken Nature's socia..."></div> </div> </div>

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