All my fears and cares are of this world; if there is another, an honest man has nothing to fear from it.

Fain would I hide what I fear to discover

The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip To laud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honor grip, Let that aye be your border.

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! / What dangers thou canst make us scorn! / Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; / Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!

Blame where you must, be candid where you can, and be each critic the good-natured man

The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that.