Henri Bergson Quote

My curse upon your venom'd stang, That shoots my tortur'd gooms alang, An' thro' my lug gies monie a twang Wi' gnawing vengeance, Tearing my nerves wi' bitter pang, Like racking engines!

The Poems and Songs of Robert Burns (Volume 2), Address to the Toothache, Stanza I, Clarendon Press. 1968