"It's hardly in a body's pow'r
To keep, at times, frae being sour,
To see how things are shar'd;
How best o' chiels are whiles in want,
While coofs on countless thousands rant,
And ken na how to wair't;
But, Davie, lad, ne'er fash your head,
Tho' we hae little gear;
We're fit to win our daily bread,
As lang's we're hale and fier [...]"
-- Robert
Burns (b. 1759-01-25, d. 1796-07-21),
"Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet", 1785