God grant this vision bedeem me any good.

My mother always said I had rocks in my head, ever since I was a boy, perhaps the yoke of being an Irish American.

Madam, the care I have had to even your content I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours, for then we wound our modesty, and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.

Such an appointment would realize my fondest dreams. But no, at any sacrifice, I must set bounds to my insatiable ambition! at Google Books