If I were there forever I would not request a stick. A man of the short axe can sing a well formed poem. Two others faced the Shannon inclining westwards through Limerick. Pity the person who is on a bier who yesterday was alive and well. On another little day the curse of each pope follows me Because of my wife, my child, and my nurse who can answer them poetically.
Good fortune is rare without having misfortune in inches through it.