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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Samuel Lover
Her beads while she numbered,The baby still slumbered,And smiled in her face, as she bended her knee;Oh! bless’d be that warning,My child, thy sleep adorning,For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.
I’ll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all the fairy dells,And if I find the charmèd leaves, oh, how I’ll weave my spells!
Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.
For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
There’s luck in odd numbers.