John Locke

O, love is the soul of a true Irishman;
He loves all that's lovely, loves all that he can,
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O, love is the soul of a true Irishman;
He loves all that's lovely, loves all that he can,
With his sprig of shillelagh and shamrock so green.

A man may live long, and die at last in ignorance of many truths,
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A man may live long, and die at last in ignorance of many truths,
which his mind was capable of knowing, and that with certainty.

Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard of the understanding.

Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard of the understanding.

If punishment makes not the will supple it hardens the offender.

If punishment makes not the will supple it hardens the offender.

Th' an'am an Dhia, but there it is--
The dawn on the hills of Ireland.
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Th' an'am an Dhia, but there it is--
The dawn on the hills of Ireland.
God's angels lifting the night's black veil
From the fair sweet face of my sireland!
O Ireland, isn't it grand, you look
Like a bride in her rich adornin',
And with all the pent up love of my heart
I bid you the top of the morning.