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.