If there is one who knows, I know more than he, and if there is one who ignores it, even more than he I ignore it. My life is a fight between this knowing and this ignorance and so is his life and so is life.

O my bright louely Brooke, whose name doth beare the sound Of Gods first Garden-plot, th’imparadized ground, Wherein he placed Man, from whence by sinne he fell.

Colestocke ashes set over the fire untill it siver only, or have one walme at the most, is good for spasmes.

Seen it with the ould Canal Company, bad cess to them, and all. People are decent enough in ones and twos, and maybe even threes, but they're worse than a lot of bad-mannered dogs when they band together into a crowd.