I was promised, on a time, To have reason for my rhyme.

Continue, if you choose, your twattle against Homœopathy; distort it, misinterpret it, calumniate and deride its author; the unprejudiced legions will soon be able to decide on which side is the truth.

I generally make a hash of talking to boys I like; it's so frustrating.

In Kilkenny City, there was also a tennis court in existence by 1798. This court later became known as a racket court and then a ball alley.