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.
Where's the snow
That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?
Where's the snow
That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
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!
