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A miser is merely a pauper with fewer friends.
I think I'm much too earnest to be as cool as 'Boyd Crowder'.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
Faint heart never won fair maiden
I'm a rich man, but I don't want to be a miser.
To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond...
Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.
Lo! the poor toper whose untutored sense, Sees bliss in ale, and can with wine dispense; Whose head proud fancy never taught to steer, Beyond the muddy ecstasies of beer.
One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
The bottom line is this: Miers is a disappointing pick.
Good day, fair maidens.
'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.
It is ful fair a man to bere him evene,/For alday meeteth men at unset stevene.
faint heart never won fair lady
I am dark but fair, / Black but fair.
A fair day's wages for a fair day's work.
You only get fair when your mother cuts the apple pie.
Wrong answer fucker
Must do like one who, being poor, comes last to the fair, and can find no other way of providing himself than by taking all the things already seen by other buyers, and not taken but refused by reason of their lesser value.
It world be well had we more misers than we have among us.
So fair a victor, how can I help but be conquered.
A Southerner, inferior.
Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly rising o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.
A fine lady she weren't, oh, but a damn fine woman and a brave one ...
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.
A fair woman shall not only command without authority but persuade without speaking.
Listening to Dad's guitar, halting yet lovely in the search for phrasing, I thought: Fair is whatever God wants to do.
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer He makes our sorrowing spirit sing.
Shall I, wasting in despair,Die because a woman's fair?Or make pale my cheeks with care,'Cause another's rosy are?Be she fairer than the day,Or the flowery meads in May,If she be not so to me,What care I how fair she be?
The gentle fair on nervous tea relies,
Whilst gay good-nature sparkles in her eyes;
An inoffensive scandal fluttering round,
Too rough to tickle, and too light to wound.
choose to introduce the granddaughter of the late of Sir Harold Fortescue's groundskeeper to Society.
Let not him that feares feathers come among wild-foule.
This is a very fair gathering
circumspect, calm, accustomed to disturbance, acquainted with blows! Peste! I have been lucky.
Farslayer howls across the world
For thy heart! For thy heart! who hast wronged me,
Vengeance is his who casts the Blade,
Yet he will, in the end, no triumph see.
And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair.
The fair sex is your department.
To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot!
I am a planter - a cotton planter. I am a Southern man and a slaveholder - a kind and a merciful one, I trust - and none the worse for being a slaveholder.
I sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright
Who art cold as Hel, as dark as night
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!
Thou little valiant, great in villainy!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou Fortune's champion, that dost never fight
But where her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety.
I am a freeman and jolly as a beggar.
No fair maiden should die alone,
Knight of the Ill-Favored Face.
Fetters of gold are still fetters, and the softest lining can never make them so easy as liberty.
It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.
Cotton Mather, The Wonders of the Invisible World
We must pronounce him fortunate who has ended his life in fair prosperity.
It is at a fair that man can be drunk forever on liquor, love, or fights; at a fair that your front pocket can be picked by a trotting horse looking for sugar, and your hind pocket by a thief looking for his fortune.
who's the fairest of them all?" "Silly question," a voice said. Emily nearly jumped out of her skin. "Fairest is a subjective measure. One man's fairest woman might be another man's ugly cow.
Peaceful Warrior
was crooked as a sidewinder rattlesnake. "So what
I am a god. I don't do fair.
Speak me fair in death.
'English fair play' is a fine expression. It justifies the bashing of the puny draper's assistant by the big hairy blacksmith, and this to the perfect satisfaction of both parties, if they are worthy the name of Englishman.
The fair Saxon man, with open front, and honest meaning, domestic, affectionate, is not the wood out of which cannibal, or inquisitor, or assassin is made. But he is moulded for law, lawful trade, civility, marriage, the nurture of children, for colleges, churches, charities, and colonies.
He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
Bunter!"
"Yes, my lord."
"Her Grace tells me that a respectable Battersea architect has discovered a dead man in his bath."
"Indeed, my lord? That's very gratifying."
"Very, Bunter. Your choice of words is unerring. I wish Eton and Balliol had done as much for me ...
I cannot think of any character below the flatterer, except he who envies him.
I'm Bertie Byrd. I rent your house since you don't live here anymore." "Did you say Dirty Bird?" He laughed out loud. "Oh, that's a good one, Mr. Fortney. I never heard that one before. A real knee-slapper. Where's the key?
Fair-minded people make a concerted effort to pull their own weight rather than living off the hard work of others.
As you can see, the words fair play are not in my vocabulary. Well, they are in my vocabulary, but only to say that they aren't.
"Drink with me, my dear," said Mr. Weller. "Put your lips to this here tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy."
Dear, gentle, patient, noble Nell . . . .
The cool, lithe, cynical, and unconquered lord of the housetops.
At the other end of the spectrum, George Gideon Oliver King Rameses Osborne, the fourteen-year-old novelty Chancellor and future baronet of Ballentaylor and Ballylemon - a man so posh he probably weeps champagne.
(a specially oily old gentleman in a blanket, with a swan's-down tippet for a beard, and a web of cracks all over him like rich pie-crust),
Henry York, aka Whimpering Child, aka WC (hair sample included), is hereby identified as Enemy, Hazard, and Human Mishap to all faeren in all districts, in all ways, and in all worlds.
A perspicacious lad, Mr. McLean. A perspicacious swine, indeed.
I'm not following any of this, you know. Beecher who?"
"Henry Ward Beecher." Another slug from the bottle. "He's a preacher. Hey, that rhymes."
Well, that answers any questions about whether the alcohol is working.
The general welcomes Tamburlaine receiv'd, When he arrived last upon the 1 stage, Have made our poet pen his Second Part, Where Death cuts off the progress of his pomp, And murderous Fates throw all his triumphs 2 down. But what became of fair
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom everything becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
In fair weather, prepare for foul.
The honest man, though e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men, for a' that!
For who can move when fair Belinda fails? Not half so fix'd the Trojan could remain, 5 While Anna begg'd and Dido rag'd in vain. Then grave Clarissa graceful wav'd her fan; Silence ensu'd, and thus the nymph began.
What maiden knows how the world is skewed to spare any testing of her virtue?
She has assisted at more than one Birth, has endur'd a hard-drinking and quarrelsome troop of Men-Folk, - who is this unfamily'd man in a Frock to call her child?
A comely olde man as busie as a bee.
I once did hold it, as our statists do,
A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much
How to forget that learning; but, sir, now
It did me yeoman's service.
By the margin of fair Zurich's waters Dwelt a youth, whose fond heart, night and day, For the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters In a dream of love melted away.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
Stationer, that Riddlesden, the attorney, was a very knave.
Diary of a Brave Ender Dragon The
There was a young lady of Lynn. Who was so uncommonly thin That when she essayed To drink lemonade, She slipped through the straw and fell in.
From a most kind suggestion put to me by Mr Farraday himself one afternoon almost a fortnight ago, when I had been dusting the portraits in the library. In fact, as I recall, I was up on the step-ladder dusting the portrait of Viscount Wetherby
It is as it is. Betren son of Bromwell Defender of Delmarath
You must meet old Rowbotham, Bertie. A delightful chap. Wants to massacre the bourgeoisie, sack Park Lane and disembowel the hereditary aristocracy. Well, nothing could be fairer than that, what?
some evil old ruffian of a Dog-stealer
If things go badly for me tonight, I want you to stay with Mr. Wynter; he will pay you a decent wage."
"Will he make me bathe?"
"No, he will debate the matter with you until you decide to wash."
"Ah. One of those.
If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich Fair is
a periodical breaking out, we suppose
a sort of spring rash.
Fair and unfair are for children
'Twas on an evening fair I went to take the air,
I heard a maid making her moan;
Said, 'Saw ye my father? Or saw ye my mother?
Or saw ye my brother John?
Or saw ye the lad I that I love best,
And his name it is Sweet William?
Falconer's grasp of period and places is almost flawless ... He's my kind of writer.
I'm very partisan, but I'm also very fair.
Until tomorrow, Fair Isolde.
I like to be a very fair person.
I liked that young man, did not you? There was something particularly pleasing about his manners, which I thought very easy and frank. He has an air of honest manliness, too, which, in these days of fribbles and counter-coxcombs, I own I find refreshing!
I'm a fucker. It's what I doFucker-- C.d. Reiss