At the point of abandoning farming, his first collection "Poems- Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect - Kilmarnock Edition" (a set of poems essentially based on a broken love affair) was published.
This, together with pride of parenthood, made him stay in Scotland.
He moved around the country, eventually arriving in Edinburgh, where he mingled in the illustrious circles of the artists and writers.
On the day of his burial more than 10,000 people came to watch and pay their respects. However, his popularity then was nothing compared to the heights it has reached since.
On the anniversary of his birth, Scots both at home and abroad celebrate Robert Burns with a supper, where they address the haggis, the ladies and whisky. A celebration which would undoubtedly make him proud.
Burns Suppers have been part of Scottish culture for about 200 years as a means of commemorating the Scottish best loved bard. And when Burns immortalised haggis in verse he created a central link that is maintained to this day. The ritual was started by close friends of Burns a few years after his death in 1796 as a tribute to his memory. The basic format for the evening has remained unchanged since that time and begins when the chairman invites the company to receive the haggis.
One Haggis, Marris Piper (or similar that is good for mashing) potatoes and a turnip. A reasonable sized haggis will feed 3-4 people, allow 2-3 potatoes per person and as much turnip as you think your guests will be able to handle.
When the haggis is ready slice its belly open and have a good sniff. Burns wrote something about this: Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o the puddin'-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang's my arm.