Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick
I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart.
A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.
The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.
I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.