There Is Lasting Kindness In Heaven When

We Would Not Give Up Our Own Country - Ireland - If We Were To Get The Whole World As An Estate, And The Country Of The Young Along With It.

Everything That Is Bad, The Falling Sickness - God Save The Mark - Or The Like, Should Be At Its Worst At The Full Moon. I Suppose Because It Is The Leader Of The Stars.

Many A Poor Soul Has Had To Suffer From The Weight Of The Debts On Him, Finding No Rest Or Peace After Death.

What Are Prophecies? Don't We Hear Them Every Day Of The Week? And If One Comes True There May Be Seven Blind And Come To Nothing.

It Is What The Poets Of Ireland Used To Be Saying, That Every Brave Man, Good At Fighting, And Every Man That Could Do Great Deeds And Not Be Making Much Talk About Them, Was Of The Sons Of The Gael; And That Every Skilled Man That Had Music And That Did Enchantments Secretly, Was Of The Tuatha De Danaan.