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Suspense is worse than disappointment.

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Robert Burns
Age: 37 †
Born: 1759
Born: January 25
Died: 1796
Died: July 21
Farmer
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Robbie Burns
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Scotland's favourite son
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Robden of Solway Firth
Bard of Ayrshire
The Bard
Robert Burns
Suspense
Disappointment
Anxiety
Worse

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What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
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But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
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I look on the opposite sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the starry sky on a frosty December night. I admire the beauty of the Creator's workmanship, I am charmed with the wild but graceful eccentricity of the motions, and then I wish both of them goodnight.
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Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
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Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
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The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o'daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea.
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