“This evening, he planned to make Sharpe drunk. He planned to force the grief out into the open and he would do it as the Irish knew how to do it, with a wake. […] A wake, a decent, drunken, laughing wake. Hogan had ordered Harry Price to attend and he would force Sharpe to drink, to talk, to remember Teresa, and in the morning the grief would already be turning into healthy regret.”
Major Michael Hogan, p. 344
Sharpe (Novel Series), Sharpe's Enemy (1984)
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Bernard Cornwell (1944) British writer
Captain Richard Sharpe, p. 354
Sharpe (Novel Series), Sharpe's Battle (1995)
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist
Title poem, section VI.
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)
“The measure of a man's real character is what he would do if he knew he would never be found out.”
Thomas Babington Macaulay, 1st Baron Macaulay (1800–1859) British historian and Whig politician
citation needed <br class="br">The earliest quotations of this give it as anonymous or unknown author. https://books.google.com/books?id=hPIsAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA321&dq=%22what+he+would+do+if+he+knew+it+would+never+be+found+out%22&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CBwQ6AEwAGoVChMIlvi0prz_xwIVTwaSCh0hVwX5#v=onepage&q=%22what%20he%20would%20do%20if%20he%20knew%20it%20would%20never%20be%20found%20out%22&f=false https://books.google.com/books?id=i2MPAQAAIAAJ&pg=PA16-IA71&dq=%22what+he+would+do+if+he+knew+it+would+never+be+found+out%22&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CB0Q6AEwAGoVChMIkMmp8rz_xwIV1BGSCh25lAO0#v=onepage&q=%22what%20he%20would%20do%20if%20he%20knew%20it%20would%20never%20be%20found%20out%22&f=false <br class="br">Attributed
“Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,
Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.”
Oliver Goldsmith (1728–1774) Irish physician and writer
Source: The Traveller (1764), Line 185.
Luís de Camões (1524–1580) Portuguese poet
Aquela triste e leda madrugada,
Cheia toda de mágoa e de piedade,
Enquanto houver no mundo saudade,
Quero que seja sempre celebrada.
tr. David Wevill
Lyric poetry, Não pode tirar-me as esperanças, Aquela triste e leda madrugada