"I'll no say, men are villains a':
The real, harden'd wicked,
Wha hae nae check but human law,
Are to a few restricked;
But, och! Mankind are unco weak
An' little to be trusted;
If Self the wavering balance shake,
It's rarely right adjusted!
Yet they wha fa' in Fortune's strife,
Their fate we should na censure;
For still, th' important end of life
They equally may answer:
A man may hae an honest heart,
Tho' poortith hourly stare him;
A man may tak a neebor's part,
Yet hae nae cash to spare him."
-- Robert Burns (b. 2759-01-26, d. 1796-07-21), from Epistle To A Young Friend
Today is: Gregorian: 2022 January 03 -- the tenth day of Christmas, 130th birthday of J.R.R. Tolkien
Julian: 2021 December 21
Hebrew: 5782 Shevat 01
Islamic: 1443 Jumada I-Ula 29
Persian: 1400 Dey 13
Mayan: 0.0.0.13.0.9.3.0
Indian (civil): 1943 Pausa 13
Coptic: 1738 Koiak 26