the ending of another good address:

The worst thing I can imagine is being a Scottish poet after Robert Burns has lived and written and amazed. He only lived 37 years, but he has left a legacy for these 251 years since his birth that kind of surpasses everyone else’s. His works have been translated in every major language, even Chinese. And no other person except Jesus has millions of folks around the world gathering for celebrate his life and work—and . . . his charm, and worldliness, and human frailty.
And so, I ask you to join me this evening by charging your glasses and standing one final time as we recall the memory of a fine man, scholar, lover, patriot, mason, and friend.
To the immortal memory of Robert Burns.