Every trick is an old one, but with a change of players, a change of dress, it comes out as new as before.

From the sons of Ith, the first of the Gael to get his death in Ireland, there came in the after time Fathadh Canaan, that got the sway over the whole world from the rising to the setting sun, and that took hostages of the streams and the birds and the languages.

As to the old history of Ireland, the first man ever died in Ireland was Partholan, and he is buried, and his greyhound along with him, at some place in Kerry.

It is not always them that has the most that makes the most show.

Every day in the year there comes some malice into the world, and where it comes from is no good place.

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.

Every trick is an old one, but with a change of players, a change of dress, it comes out as new as before.