Kiss me, I’m Irish!

We ought to fish well and diligently, as our Lord exhorts. Hence, we spread our nets so that a great multitude and throng might be caught for God.
— St Patrick, an Englishman

Bless me, I’m Irish!

I have one word to say upon the subject of profound writers, who are grown very numerous of late; and I know very well, the judicious world is resolved to list me in that number. I conceive therefore, as to the business of being profound, that it is with writers, as with wells; a person with good eyes may see to the bottom of the deepest, provided any water be there; and that often, when there is nothing in the world at the bottom, besides dryness and dirt, though it be but a yard and a half underground, it shall pass, however, for wondrous deep, upon no wiser a reason than because it is wondrous dark.
— Jonathan Swift, an Irishman

Fight me, I’m Irish!

Happy St Patrick’s Day to all those Americans out there still bafflingly determined to claim Irish ethnicity. Why not make your day extra-authentic, by making fun shapes with semtex, arbitrarily hating people with marginally different religious beliefs, and banning abortion? All while listening to the soulful sounds of Westlife.
— Paul O’Brien, a Scot

Keep me out of the sun, I’m Irish!

Now anyone who’s felt the touch of heaven in their lives
Will know the way I’m feeling looking in my baby’s eyes
That’s why I can’t bear to be too far away
I know that God must love me cause he sent you to me on Angel’s Wings
— Westlife, an Irish boy band

I’m going to go drive the snakes from my pants!