Ye canna give up hope when that is all ye have.
You canna expect to be baith grand and comfortable.
They can tak' oour lives but they canna tak' oour troousers!
It must be powerful language if you canna make oout what the heel it’s goin’ on aboot!
Then Nuvoletta reflected for the last time in her little long life and she made up all her myriads of drifting minds in one. She cancelled all her engauzements. She climbed over the bannistars; she gave a childy cloudy cry: Nuee! Nuee! A lightdress fluttered. She was gone. And into the river that had been a stream. . . there fell a tear, a singult tear, the loveliest of all tears. . . for it was a leaptear. But the river tripped on her by and by, lapping as though her heart was brook: Why, why, why! Weh, O weh! I'se so silly to be flowing but I no canna stay!
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master. . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.