Oh Sairey, Sairey, little do we know wot lays afore us.
Oh Sairey, Sairey, little do we know wot lays afore us.
Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand, An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand
'As by lot, God wot' and then you know, 'It came to pass, as most like it was.'
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot.
These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights; Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
She knows wots wot, she does.
Unting is all that's worth living for - all time is lost wot is not spent in 'unting - it is like the hair we breathe - if we have it not we die - it's the sport of kings, the image of war without its guilt, and only five-and-twenty percent of its danger
Have you not heard these many years ago Jeptha was judge of Israel He had one only daughter and no mo, The which he loved passing well And as by lott, God wot, It so came to pass, As God's will was.
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
'Tis nothing less: conceit is still deriv'd
From some forefather grief; mine is not so,
For nothing hath begot my something grief,
Or something hath the nothing that I grieve;
'Tis in reversion that I do possess-
But what it is that is not yet known what,
I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.
'There's a Providence in it all,' said Sam. O' course there is,' replied his father with a nod of grave approval. Wot 'ud become o' the undertakers vithout it, Sammy'
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