“But pleasures are like poppies spread—
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river—
A moment white—then melts forever.”

— Robert Burns, Tam o' Shanter

The quote "But pleasures are like poppies spread— You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like…" is famous quote by Robert Burns (1759–1796), Scottish poet and lyricist.

Source: Tam o' Shanter (1790), Line 59
Source: Tam O'Shanter

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Scottish poet and lyricist 1759–1796

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