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.