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My gran'ther's rule was safer 'n 't is to crow:
Don't never prophesy--onless ye know.
My gran'ther's rule was safer 'n 't is to crow:
Don't never prophesy--onless ye know.
A tunnel underneath the sea from Calais straight to Dover, Sir,
The squeamish folks may cross by land from read more
A tunnel underneath the sea from Calais straight to Dover, Sir,
The squeamish folks may cross by land from shore to shore,
With sluices made to drown the French, if e'er they would come
over, Sir,
Has long been talk'd of, till at length 'tis thought a monstrous
bore.
Prognostics do not always prove prophecies, at least the wisest
prophets make sure of the event first.
Prognostics do not always prove prophecies, at least the wisest
prophets make sure of the event first.
For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
I shall always consider the best guesser the best prophet.
[Lat., Bene qui conjiciet, vatem hunc perhibebo optimum.]
I shall always consider the best guesser the best prophet.
[Lat., Bene qui conjiciet, vatem hunc perhibebo optimum.]
It takes a mind like Dannel's, fact, ez big ez all ou'doors
To find out thet it looks like read more
It takes a mind like Dannel's, fact, ez big ez all ou'doors
To find out thet it looks like rain arter it fairly pours.
From hence, no question, has sprung an observation
. . . confirmed now into a settled opinion, that some read more
From hence, no question, has sprung an observation
. . . confirmed now into a settled opinion, that some long
experienced souls in the world, before their dislodging, arrive
to the height of prophetic spirit.
Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe,
Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast;
Is that read more
Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe,
Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast;
Is that portentous phrase, "I told you so."
Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
Of read more
Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
Of coming mischief is thy great delight,
Good dost thou ne'er foretell nor bring to pass.