We are no petty people. We are one of the great stocks of Burke; we are the people of Swift, the people of Emmet, the people of Parnell. We have created most of the modern literature of this country. We have created the best of its political intelligence.

Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.

And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight.

Only the wasteful virtues earn the sun.

There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.