`There's luck in odd numbers,' says Rory O'More. |
But all husbands are geese, though our pride it may shock, From the first 'twas ordained so by Nature I fear; Ould Adam himself was the first of the flock, And Eve, with her apple sauce, cooked him, my dear |
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 |
Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise. |
Come live in my heart and pay no rent |
My advice to you concerning applause is this: enjoy it but never quite believe it. |
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye |
Said will be a little ahead, but done should follow at his heel. |
Sure the shovel and tongs / To each other belongs. |
When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen. But if you have not a pen, I suppose you must scratch any way you can. |