Wilde was not a great poet nor a consummate prose writer. He was a very astute Irishman who encompassed in epigrams an esthetic credo which others before him scattered in the space of long pages. He was an enfant terrible .
O, love is the soul of a true Irishman; He loves all that's lovely, loves all that he can, With his sprig of shillelagh and shamrock so green.
Someone should've told you: never give an Irishman a good cause for revenge.
The poor silly-clever Irishman takes off his hat to God's Englishman.George Bernard Shaw
Every Irishman has a potatoe in his head.