Well$$$ they may not be civilized$$$ but they are certainly confident--and this confidence is one of the open-handed pleasures of early Irish literature.

If my work is accepted$$$ I must move on to the point where it is not.

There is not one blade of grass$$$ there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice.

Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps$$$<br/>Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth$$$<br/>Sweet is revenge--especially to women

Oh! Many a time and oft had Harold loved$$$ or dream'd he'd loved since Rapture is a dream.

Must crimes be punish'd but by other crimes$$$ and greater criminals?

Even innocence itself has many a wile$$$<br/>And will not dare to trust itself with truth$$$<br/>And love is taught hypocrisy from youth.

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste$$$ but they detest at leisure.

Our business in living is to become fluent with the life we are living$$$ and art can help this.

I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.