The Cup Of Ireland's Misery Has Been

Mr Speaker, I Smell A Rat; I See Him Forming In The Air And Darkening The Sky; But I Will Nip Him In The Bud.

How Can I Be In Two Places At Once, Unless I Were A Bird?

Herodotus Is Not More Indisputably The Father Of History Than Is Sir Boyle Roche The Father Of Bulls. No Doubt There Were Makers Of Bulls Before His Day, Even As Brave Men Lived Before Agamemnon; But They Are Not Remembered, And If Their Bulls Have Survived Them They Are Credited To Sir Boyle By A Posterity Generously Forgiving And Forgetful Of His Famous Indictment.

Single Misfortunes Never Come Alone, And The Greatest Of All National Calamities Is Generally Followed By One Greater.

Disappointment Is The Nurse Of Wisdom.