It is nonsense, Mr. Burke, to suppose I can live. My sufferings are great but they will soon be over.

This is too warm work, Hardy, to last long.

Kiss me, Hardy

England expects that every man will do his duty.

Is there life before death? That's chalked up In Ballymurphy. Competence with pain, Coherent miseries, a bite and a sup, We hug our little destiny again.

Good Christian people, I am come hither to die, for according to the law, and by the law I am judged to die, and therefore I will speak nothing against it. I a…

'What's the use of dying in a ward surrounded by a lot of groaning and croaking incurables? Wouldn't it be much better to throw a party with that twenty-seven …