|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Give me but one hour of Scotland,|
Let me see it ere I die.
Wm. E. AytounLays of the Scottish CavaliersCharles Edward at Versailles. L. 111.
|Hear, Land o Cakes and brither Scots|
Frae Maiden Kirk to Johnny Groats.
BurnsOn Capt. Groses Peregrinations Thro Scotland.
|O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!|
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content.
BurnsCotters Saturday Night. St. 20.
|Its guid to be merry and wise,|
Its guid to be honest and true,
Its guid to support Caledonias cause,
And bide by the buff and the blue!
BurnsHeres a Health to Them thats Awa.
| Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out ont, in the world, than they are. And for my own part, I would a hundred thousand of them were there [Virginia] for we are all one countrymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more comfort of them there than we do here.|
ChapmanEastward Ho. Act III. Sc. 2. Written by Chapman, Jonson, Marston. James I was offended at the reflexion on Scotchmen and the authors were threatened with imprisonment. Extract now found only in a few editions.
|The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride;|
True is the charge, nor by themselves denied.
Are they not then in strictest reason clear,
Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here?
ChurchillProphecy of Famine. L. 195.
| The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high-road that leads him to England.|
Samuel JohnsonBowells Life of Johnson. Vol. II. Ch. V. 1763.
| In all my travels I never met with any one Scotchman but what was a man of sense. I believe everybody of that country that has any, leaves it as fast as they can.|
|O Caledonia! stern and wild,|
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can eer untie the filial band,
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
ScottLay of the Last Minstrel. Canto VI. St. 2.
| It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch understanding.|
Sydney SmithLady Hollands Memoir. Vol. I. P. 15.
| That knuckle-end of Englandthat land of Calvin, oat-cakes, and sulphur.|
Sydney SmithLady Hollands Memoir. Vol. II. P. 17.
|Now the summers in prime|
Wi the flowers richly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
A the moorlands perfuming.
To own dear native scenes
Let us journey together,
Where glad innocence reigns
Mang the braes o Balquhither.
Robert TannahillThe Braes o Balquhither.
| In short, he and the Scotch have no way of redeeming the credit of their understandings, but by avowing that they have been consummate villains. Stavano bene; per star meglio, stanno qui.|
Horace WalpoleTo the Rev. William Mason. Aug. 2, or 6, 1778.