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Away with the joint-stools, remove the
court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
Antony, and Potpan!
If you have a tendency to find yourself in MacGyveresque situations, go ahead and choose a synthetic rope to craft with. I don't want you cursing my name as you hang from a cliff by your swiftly fraying Monkey's Fist necklace.
If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
To-day I wear these chains, and am HERE. To-morrow I shall be fetterless!
BUT WHERE?
Fellow of No Delicacy XIV. The Honest Tradesman XV. Knitting XVI.
Let guilty men remember, their black deeds
Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.
Trays of pastries from his castle kitchens, cream swans and spun-sugar unicorns, lemon cakes in the shape of roses, spiced honey biscuits and blackberry tarts, apple crisps and wheels of buttery cheese.
Symbols
A storm-beaten old watch-tower,
A blind hermit rings the hour.
All-destroying sword-blade still
Carried by the wandering fool.
Gold-sewn silk on the sword-blade,
Beauty and fool together laid.
The freedom we enjoy is a richly textured gift handcrafted by ordinary folk
At his neck, hanging outside his clothing, Demoux wore a necklace that bore a small silver spear: the increasingly popular symbol of the Church of the Survivor. It seemed odd to her that the weapon that killed Kelsier would become the symbol of his followers.
And there were ruined castles covered with ivy - the badge of the old order, clinging to its own; and into the ivy doves dived, seeming to leave in their wake a trail of amethyst, just as a clump of bottle-green leaves is shot with purple by the knowledge that it hides violets.
Although the threads of my life have often seemed knotted, I know, by faith, that on the other side of the embroidery there is a crown..
heavy locket that none of them could open,
Mouth cat's-cradled with filaments of gleaming cheese.
rashers of bacon.
The arrows are from her dowry.
And now, when I have summed up all my store, Thinking (so I myself deceive) So rich a chaplet thence to weave As never yet the King of Glory wore, Alas! I find the serpent old, That, twining in his speckled breast, About the flowers disguised does fold With wreaths of fame and interest.
the best cloaks have innumerable little pockets that I have an irrational and overpowering attraction toward. As
Daggers have such beautiful, functional shapes, and decorating them is an ancient tradition.
here he dug in his pockets and produced a thimble, a root, two empty tin cans, three Indian arrowheads, an apple peeler, a dried-up boll weevil, and a bent pocketknife.
Knight without fear and without reproach.
a flayed body untangled
string by string and hung
to the wall, an agonized banner
displayed for the same reason
flags are.
These were not the belongings of the past prisoner he had imagined. These were a lady's things - hairpins and stockings and a glove. There were more clues waiting but William no longer felt certain he wanted to know the dark secrets of this cell.
a bronze lustre; pearls were twisted round her wrists
Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII. The Fellow of No Delicacy XIV. The
The symbolism of the Garter, a circlet to bind the Knight-Companions mutually, and all of them jointly to the King as head of the Order.
Along the way, he followed his own advice and snagged a pair of mismatched daggers from the corpses of fallen archers. They weren't as well-made as the ones he'd taken from the dead rogue, but they had pointy ends he could stab into people and that was really all that mattered in a dagger.
Call me old-fashioned, but whenever I see those wire-fortified ribbons, I have the secret stab of nostalgia for old-timey ribbon, the kind whose ends flop like spaniel ears. I'm suspicious of unnaturally perky ribbon.
'Tis ill talking of halters in the house of a man that was hanged.
Fingers interlocked like a beautiful accordion of flesh or a zipper of prayer
Dreams drawn from the sheath.
A knight's a sword with a horse. The rest, the vows and the sacred oils and the lady's favors, they're silk ribbons tied round the sword.
Maybe the sword's are prettier with ribbons hanging off it, but it will kill you just as dead.
Flamingo necks, peacock brains, pike livers, lark tongues, sow's udders, elephant trunks and ears extravagantly frilled with parsley.
While the traditional image of knights in armour is accurate and widely accepted, the equally representative image of knights wearing corsets and suspender belts is perhaps less well known.
Along the avenue of cypresses,
All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices
Of linen, go the chanting choristers,
The priests in gold and black, the villagers ...
I prefer liberty to chains of diamonds.
The watcher on the walls. The sword in the darkness.
While briskly to each patriot lip
Walks eager round the inspiring flip;
Delicious draught, whose pow'rs inherit
The quintessence of public spirit!
I was 16 before I met another passionate collector. One summer, I visited England; a new friend took me calling on his dotty, brilliant old aunt. She occupied a quaint house in Kent. Its walls were lined with glass-fronted cases full of what? Ancient shoe buckles.
To recount these histories is like unravelling a thread: one means only to tell one little part, but then another comes in, and another, for they are all part of the same garment - Tudor, Lancaster, York, Plantagenet.
Yama servants known as Shravan and Shravani.
These will serve as tassels for you to look at, so that you may remember all the LORD'S commands and obey them. Numbers 15:39
Cavanaugh's knife, Ernest Emerson's CQC-7W. The hook at the top opens the blade as the knife is drawn from a pocket.
Ropes of silver gliding from sunny thunder into freshness.
strung a small white stone with a hole in it. 'This is more precious
The reel of silk has run smoothly enough so far; but I always knew there would come a knot and a puzzle: here it is.
Fortune in men has some small diff'rence made,
One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade,
The cobbler apron'd, and the parson gown'd,
The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd.
A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII.
thin materials, or in conjunction with flat stitch. Twisted knot
Chafing at custom's chain;
We are fiddle, fork, and spoon,
We are dancing with the moon,
If you'd like to steal a kiss from us,
You'd better steal one soon!
Of a new Prince, new bondage.
Do you remember what Douglas said when Marmion, his guest, offered to shake hands with him?" "Yes," said Father Brown. "'My castles are my king's alone, from turret to foundation stone,'" said Musgrave. "'The hand of Douglas is his own.'" He
Never were finer snares for womens' honesties
Than are devis'd in these days ; no spider's web's
Made of a daintier thread, than are now practis'd
To catch love's flesh-fly by the silver wing
Am dining at Goldini's Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver. S. H. It was a nice equipment for a respectable citizen to carry through the dim, fog-draped streets.
The tools of their trade were simple, effective things: iron knuckles, saps and the like. But the iconic tool of the scuttler arsenal was a woven leather belt with a heavy iron or brass buckle used to decrease intelligence one wallop at a time.
chain. His left wrist held a thick gold Rolex whose
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Valour that parlies is neare yeelding.
[Valor that parleys is near yielding.]
The forest had many edges, like a lace altarpiece.
At Coucy's level, men and women hawked and hunted and carried a favorite falcon, hooded, on the wrist wherever they went, indoors or out - to church, to the assizes, to meals. On occasion, huge pastries were served from which live birds were released to be caught by hawks unleashed in the banquet
Each arrow you shoot off carries its own target into the decidedly secret tangle
The dagger strapped to her thigh, the pistol strapped to the opposite calf, the three poisoned needles she kept in her hair. He noted she kept the garroting wire she used to tie her sandals, but she pulled out the razor blades tucked into the soles.
Memories are not shackles, Franklin, they are garlands.
The Saracens surrendered to Richard. And he had every last one of them beheaded. There was a hill of heads, a hill that grew gradually out of the moat and spilled on to the plain.' Liam looked down at a potato bobbing in his soup and all of a sudden felt a little less hungry.
I'm a big fan of teatowels and am always on the lookout for a good one.
Chakras are organizational centers for the reception, assimilation, and transmission of life-force energy. They are the stepping stones between heaven and earth.
It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.
A knife is a godsend to the man tied in ropes, death to the man in chains.
Tenterhooks are the upholstery of the anxious seat.
To a greedy eating horse a short halter.
So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."
Mention not a halter in the house of him that was hanged.
Bentley mounted Silverwood, look down at his parents, and launched the powerful steed into the kingdom ... a kingdom waiting for one young knight to discover the truth of a Stranger.
The black serpant of wounded vanity gnawed at his heart?
... when your palm laced like water
on a cheek of mine, a finger raiding
each contour by oath, we both knew
that in growing up, some signs had to be
sought behind closed doors, and upon discovery,
remain beyond the doors we wrought as ransom.
fiddlesticks" and
In a long journey straw waighs.
Upon such slender threads as these do the fates of mortals hang
Duct tape. Perfect weapon; so many uses.
Around your skin, I tie and untie mine.
fashioned of flowing silk or jersey,
To acquire and preserve the virtue of chastity, we have need of a good and experienced confessor.
made from a lovely piece of Liberty fabric ordered years ago, not because Saffy had a project in mind, but because it was simply too beautiful not to possess.
Rare and precious gifts,
gold and myrrh and frankincense,
to offer a king.
I used to like cufflinks, but I got too lazy for them. I realized I don't need them for a polished tailoring look, so more times than not, I skip them.
Someone told me the delightful story of the crusader who put a chastity belt on his wife and gave the key to his best friend for safekeeping, in case of his death. He had ridden only a few miles away when his friend, riding hard, caught up with him, saying 'You gave me the wrong key!
As by some might be saide of me: that here I have but gathered a nosegay of strange floures, and have put nothing of mine unto it, but the thred to binde them. Certes, I have given unto publike opinion, that these borrowed ornaments accompany me; but I meane not they should cover or hide me ...
The proud little man was accompanied by three discreet touches of male vanity: a gold watch chain hanging from his dapper white waistcoat, a polka-dotted silk cravat held tightly to his high collar by a pearl stickpin, and his thirty-six-year-old wife.
The laurels of victory are at the point of the enemy bayonets. They must be plucked there ; they must be carried by a hand-to-hand fight if one really means to conquer.
Hospitality to the exile, and broken bones to the tyrant.
Oh Lord, give me chastity, but do not give it yet.
Robes, dresses, frocks. They hung in endless rows, in hundreds, one beside the other all around the room - gleaming brocade, fluffy clouds of tulle and swansdown, flowery silk, night-black velvet with glittering spangles everywhere like small, many-coloured blinker beacons.
pilaster, probably meant to anchor a
They offer a wrist-grasp of peace, but that is only to hold you close, by the sword-arm,' he told us, sucking ale off the wet end of his hair. 'The dagger is in the other.
If you put a chain around the neck of a slave, the other end fastens itself around your own.
A scepter is one thing, and a ladle another.
Destiny is thrifty. To weave her tapestry, she uses even the tiniest snips of thread.