Maxioms by Samuel Lover
Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.
Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.
I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells,
And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how read more
I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells,
And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how I'll weave my spells!
For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in.
For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in.
A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.
A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
