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The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.
β Bret Harte
writer, poet, journalist, typesetter, playwright, prose writer
π Read on Wikipedia1836 Β β 1902
The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.
Well, no offense:In gittin' riled.
Howbeit, though no scholar, I am not one of those who misuse the English speech, and, being foolishly led by the hasty custom of scriveners and printers to write the letters "T" and "H" joined together, which resembleth a "Y," do incontinently jump to the conclusion the THE is pronounced "Ye,"--the like of which I never heard in all England.
Later, when we were forced to accept the fact that finding gold was really the primary object of a gold-mining company, we still remained there
And then, for an old man like me, it's not exactly right,This kind o' playing soldier with no enemy in sight.
And he says that the mountains are fairerFor once being held in your thought;
Don't be too quickLike the Mission folk, to your arsenic.
There is peace in the swamp, though the quiet is Death,
Each lost day has its patron saint!
Virtue always meets reward,But quicker when it wears a sword;
