To A Mouse by Robert Burns
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murdering pattle.
I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
An' fellow mortal!
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't.
Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's win's ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.
That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld.
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
Still thou are blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!
So this time I got distracted while working on my history of Mexico paper when the random thought came into my head "what is a yeoman farmer?" Read some wikipedia, clicked on the Tudor period, from there clicked on Elizabeth I of England, then clicked on depictions of Elizabeth I, then on the film Elizabeth, then on the sequel Elizabeth: The Golden Age (both of which look pretty interesting), then I clicked on the composer of the soundtrack Craig Armstrong, and he also composed the music of a movie called Best Laid Plans, and that sounded familiar so I googled "best laid plans of mice and men," and it brought up the original quote and then I remembered it from British Literature, and decided to read the whole poem again and remembered that the English dialect was a little hard to understand, so I read the translation also, and came to the conclusion that it is a great poem. I especially like the last part:
Still thou are blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!
The life of a mouse is blessed compared to mine; it only knows the strife of the present, while I carry the burden of the past, and look to the future with fear and uncertainty, especially these next three weeks, not knowing whether I'll finish this paper and the books I have to read for the quizzes and test. Robert Burns said it best. Life is tough, but I guess I can only keep on working. With that, I'll go back to writing this paper.
"I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union"
-Jr