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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
What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns and stools; If honest nature made you fools.
Debt, n. An ingenious substitute for the chain and whip of the slavedriver.
She gave anyone who saw her a sensation of April and of dawn. There was dew in her eyes. Cosette was a condensation of auroral light in womanly form.
Anything else, Butler?"
"The cosh, sir.
I was born Moishe Ketzelbourd but the Indians call me Maurice Cougar.
God hath prepared a little coronet or special reward (extraordinary and beside the great crown of all faithful souls) for those who have not defiled themselves with women.
A coquette is like a recruiting sergeant, always on the lookout for fresh victims.
Ye know, Cork Courrant-Porky Implant. Tis a jest" Ian
I choose you, James Thomas Kellan MacCrae,to be my king and coruler.
The most humiliating thing a woman can be is a coquette.
CSL - cock- sucking-lips.
Day and night we are watching over your welfare. It is for YOUR sake that we drink that milk and eat those apples. Do you know what would happen if we pigs failed in our duty? Jones would come back! Yes, Jones would come back! Surely, comrades, cried Squealer almost pleadingly
Conviction is a fist of stone at the heart of all things. Its form is shaped by sure hands, the detritus quickly swept from view. It is built to withstand, built to defy challenge, and when cornered it fights without honour. There is nothing more terrible than conviction.
What makes you a chaffinch?
Cormorant fishing:
How stirring,
How saddening
There is much boasting among the young men about their teams as their horse and carts in Cleveland. Most of the Yorkshire men take as much delight in their ox draught as they used to do in their Horse Draught.
Cosette was not very timid by nature. There flowed in her veins some of the blood of the bohemian and the adventuress who runs barefoot. It will be remembered that she was more of a lark than a dove. There was a foundation of wildness and bravery in her
No matter how hard I fought it, no matter how unreasonable or out of control it felt, I knew that Jonathan Hayes owned me, heart and soul.
Oh, sweet peaches and cream, this hurts."
"Child, what have you done to your foot?"
Beth glanced down to see blood dripping from the side of her sandal. "Crap."
"Honey, that's blood. That calls for a shit or a damn or something stronger than crap.
cram's with praise, and make's
As fat as tame things.
One good deed dying tongueless
Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages; you may ride's
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
With spur we heat an acre.
I am made of cobweb that tears at a touch. But you, Bess, have fiber like the great seines that seldom break no matter their burden,yet if they do they can be mended again and again.
A bouquet yellow like remorse
Hurts my view
The cage
The wheel
The vile ennui of all mankind
And no one no one to break my chains!
("Outcries")
Pride and folly, they go together like two tightly grasping hands.
How do you like that, Corbray? You're upstaging yourself.
A deed--who measures it? Who knows the limits of a mended wheel or reckons up the leagues it shall lay underfoot?--what burdens it shall bear?--whose destiny it shall await and serve?
You - complete - arse - Ronald - Weasley!
He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)
Like piss," she hollered, shaking her head.
"There are some drawbacks," said Zamira, "to raising children among sailors. But then I myself am no doubt making the largest contribution to her vocabulary."
"Piiiisssss," yelled Cosetta, giggling and immensely pleased with herself.
It rarely happens otherwise than that a thorough-faced coquette dies in celibacy, as a punishment for her attempts to mislead others, by encouraging looks, words, or actions, given for no other purpose than to draw men on to make overtures that they may be rejected.
Afflictions sent by providence melt the constancy of the noble minded, but confirm the obduracy of the vile, as the same furnace that liquefies the gold, hardens the clay Charles Caleb Colton.
Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?
One day a pickaninny was happy and the next the light was gone from them; in between they had been introduced to a new reality of bondage.
thou treacherous coal-souled wank-weasel!
Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.
With Cosette's garter, Homer would make the Iliad. He would put into his poem an old babbler like me, and he would call him Nestor.
John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise, For if you do but taste his blood, 'Twill make your courage rise, Twill make a man forget his wo; 'Twill heighten all his joy.
After recently acquiring a position as a seamstress at Damsels in Dis Dress,
Tis a sort of coquetry to boast that we never coquet.
Take heede of an oxe before, of an horse behind, of a monke on all sides.
pride." Job's Confession
There is no passion so much transports the
sincerity of judgement as doth anger
Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is the thorn that guards the rose - easily trimmed off when once plucked. Flirtation is like the slime on water-plants, making them hard to handle, and when caught, only to be cherished in slimy waters.
Once there was a seamstress who could weave fabric from feeling. She sewed gowns of delight: sheer, sparkling, sleek. She cut cloth out of ambition and ardor, idyll and industry.
COMPULSION, n. The eloquence of power.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
Youthful immaturity is one of the cosmere's great catalysts for change.
Sulky labor, and the labor of sorrow are little worth: if you could only shed tranquility over the conscience and infuse joy into the soul, you would do more to make the man a thorough worker than if you could lend him the force of Hercules, or the hundred arms of Briareus.
And now the lads and lasses, following the example of the birds, bill and coo together.
I grieved, but a part of me felt a lightening of a burden that I had carried all my life: that I could never be worthy of them, that I would always disappoint or fail them. As an unknown slave in the fields of the baron, I knew the worst was over. I had failed them. At least I could not do so again
Ah, Meese has brought us her finest goblets! A moment, whilst Kruppe sweeps out cobwebs, insect husks and other assorted proofs of said goblets' treasured value.
A fair feeld ful of folk fond I ther bitwene -Of alle manere of men, the meene and the riche,Werchynge and wandrynge as the world asketh.
Pretty, but badly dressed," breath of an oracle which had passed by her and vanished after depositing in her heart one of the two germs which must afterwards fill the whole life of the woman, coquetry. Love is the other.
Something tells me my spit wouldn't mean as much to Corr as yours would." There's a long Pause before Sean speaks. He says, "Maybe not yet." Yet! I don't think I've ever heard such a fine word before.
This man accepted everything, excused everything, forgave everything, blessed everything, welcomed everything, and asked of Providence, of men, of justice, of society, of nature, of the world, one thing only - that Cosette love him!
Bollocks, I thought, or testiculi or possibly testiculos if we were using the accusative.
I'm the C.E.O., n<>ong>oong>minated by the shareh<>ong>oong>lders. If they're n<>ong>oong>t happy, I have t<>ong>oong> take the c<>ong>oong>nsequences.
A cobweb is as good as the mightiest cable when there is strain upon it.
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..
Fellow of No Delicacy XIV. The Honest Tradesman XV. Knitting XVI.
Manye chapeleyns arn chaste, ac charite is aweye; Are none hardere than hii whan hii ben avaunced: Unkynde to hire kyn and to alle Cristene, Chewen hire charite and chiden after moore - Swich chastite withouten charite worth cheyned in helle.
Bodily passion, which has been so unjustly decried, compels its victims to display every vestige that is in them of unselfishness and generosity, and so effectively that they shine resplendent in the eyes of all beholders.
that heavy, indifferent lassitude which is not the will to laziness, but the frustration of the will to a secret violence that no lesser action can satisfy. That
As time rolls on, however, we discover that duty is a series of compromises; we contemplate life, regard its end, and submit; but it is a submission which makes the heart bleed.
Under the seams runs the pain.
Who is wurs shod, than the shoemakers wyfe,With shops full of shoes all hir lyfe?
Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day.
Jamie," I panted. He pushed his kilt out of the way and pressed my hand against him.
"Bloody Christ," I said, impressed despite myself. My sense of propriety slipped another notch.
"Fighting gives ye a terrible cockstand, after. Ye want me, do ye no?
Nose, nose, jolly red nose,And who gave thee that jolly red nose?Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon and cloves;And they gave me this jolly red nose.
No one else was ever you, Jones.
StocktontoMalone
wankers snorting
Cavil you may, but never criticise.
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.
Credulity that was being tested. A fat man with red
I know no real worth but that tranquil firmness which seeks dangers by duty, and braves them without rashness.
And when a beest is deed, he hath no peyne; But man after his deeth moot wepe and pleyne.
The life of a coquette is one constant lie; and the only rule by which you can form any correct judgment of them is that they are never what they seem.
Shakespeare
whetting, frustrating, surprising and gratifying.
I am the captain of my pain.
I, Judy Moody, will get zero-wrong-plus-extra-credit on the spelling test! 110%! Pass it on.
The third order, called Corinthian , is an imitation of the slenderness of a maiden; for the outlines and limbs of maidens, being more slender on account of their tender years, admit of prettier effects in the way of adornment.
The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare? For this your locks in paper durance bound, For this with tort'ring irons wreath'd around? 100 For this with fillets strain'd your tender head, And bravely bore the double loads of lead?
Harry Peake's spine disturbed the people's confidence in the proper shape and form of things, a confidence they had not known they possessed, it was stitched so deep in their sense of the order of the world.
Jerrykins, or Pickled Gherkins. Lord Peter was not one of those born uncles who delight old nurses by their
Every couple of years or so, when Daniel Clowes releases a new book, one can almost sense the rectal contraction across the collective seat of our humble profession.
Pride was the belt you could use to hold up your pants even after your pants were gone
Hold the newsreader's nose squarely, waiter, or friendly milk will countermand my trousers.
A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.
Sheeps' Head Stew Oxtail
Cranberry cock-tail for me, you dirty carpet-muncher.
It's hard to act in a corset. Your breath gets cut off. You're squashed.
In his study of eighteenth-century feelings, John Mullan argues that sentimental passion and sympathy offered 'a more inclusive vocabulary of social coherence' than politics could provide. This
Fancy that thou deservest to be hangedthou wilt feel it happiness to be only shot: fancy that thou deservest to be hanged ina hair halter, it will be a luxury to die in hemp.
On corsets: I said, You have got to be kidding. I am an ape and yet I am still expected to squeeze myself into one of those damn things.
Stern accuracy in inquiring, bold imagination in describing, these are the cogs on which history soars or flutters and wobbles.
What the heck kind of name was Sir?
[THE END OF VOLUME II. "COSETTE"]
I'm a cotton-headed ninny muggins.
I feel a sense of responsibility," said Jordan.
"And where is this feeling located? In your pants, perhaps?