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The cunning livery of hell.
Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.
The devil's most devilish when respectable.
Growth in wisdom can be measured precisely by decline in bile.
The taint of arrogance will I not know ...
What a strange expression said the herbalist who would compare themselves to chopped liver in the first place? If you have to to choose an organ why not pick a gallbladder or a thymus gland instead? Much more interesting than a liver. Or what about chopped t-
soul it shaped. Laurel
Inside, the doctor filled an eyedropper with goat milk and began to drip it into the back of the marten's throat. It filled him with immense medical satisfaction when eventually it urinated on the knee of his trousers. This indicated healthy renal functioning.
grotesque countenance
cheese cauldron.
How many cowards whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, Who inward searched, have livers white as milk!
A dimple on the chin, the devil within.
Humility of the soul; divine.
Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII. The Fellow of No Delicacy XIV. The
Take heede of an oxe before, of an horse behind, of a monke on all sides.
contemptuous cough
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Tea with a Chenjan. What was next? Ahmed thought. Dinner with bel dames?
Angel full of gaiety, do you know anguish? Angel
St. Soren, Bastard Patron Saint of Manipulation
Gallimard: You have to do what I say! I'm conjuring you up in my mind!
Song: Rene, I've never done what you've said. Why should it be any different in your mind?
What fools these mortals be. (Acheron)
We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?
Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres. Gaul as a whole is divided into three parts.
coltish-looking,
One word, in this place, respecting asparagus. The young shoots of this plant, boiled, are the most unexceptionable form of greens with which I am acquainted.
SISTER TAYLOR Brother Mayor, I ain't one of these folks dat bite my tongue and bust my gall - Whuts inside got to come out!
I have an acute sense of delicacy. Naturally I am prejudiced in favour of virtue.
("The Accursed Cordonnier")
I will respect this liver. After all, it's not mine.
When that Aprille with his shoures sote.
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertue engendred is the flour.
Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
Delivered from the galling yoke of time.
Achilles makes a sound like choking. "There are no bargains between lions and men. I will kill you and eat you raw." His spearpoint flies in a dark whirlwind, bright as the evening-star, to catch the hollow at Hector's throat.
It grows inside you, poisonous and festering, and it tells you its name is Pride, but it's a liar. Its name is Hate.
Is there no Latin word for Tea? Upon my soul, if I had known that I would have let the vulgar stuff alone.
Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!
The shame of fools conceals their open wounds.
[Lat., Stultorum incurata malus pudor ulcera celat.]
Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.
I walk where once the grass was green And mourn the lark that sings no more What bird could sing whose eyes have seen Broken blossoms on the field of war?
Courage is a divine shield and spear.
The heel of Achilles
That swirling devil's clot, that black maelstrom of cylindrical majesty. It is a swirling gray spider egg unspooling, filled with rotten teeth. A biblical monster, God's vengeance. Whirring
His injury the gaoler to his pity.
No sheth an sary'
(No herb shall heal like blood on the steel)
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
To gnaw on is human, towards digest, divine.
As Hazel marched down the hill, she cursed in Latin. Percy didn't understand all of it, but he got son of a gorgon, power-hungry snake, and a few choice suggestions about where Octavian could stick his knife.
dark heart of esoteric fuckery,
Venerate four characters: the sanguine who has checked volatility and the rage for pleasure; the choleric who has subdued passion and pride; the phlegmatic emerged from indolence; and the melancholy who has dismissed avarice, suspicion and asperity.
A cherefull looke makes a dish a feast.
Worldly ease is a great foe to faith; it loosens the joints of holy valour, and snaps the sinews of sacred courage. The balloon never rises until the cords are cut; affliction doth this sharp service for believing souls.
Fellow of No Delicacy XIV. The Honest Tradesman XV. Knitting XVI.
I'm nearly blind. I can hardly see. But I'm taking some herbs. Something quacky.
Lettuce is the Devil.
Does he have a nickname?' Diana went on remorselessly. 'I mean, 'gaiphage' is so long. Can we call him phage? Or maybe just 'G'?
Wisdom is a sacred communion.
A sight to touch e'en hatred's self with pity.
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.
I have been Merlin wandering in the woods Of a far country, where the winds waken Unnatural voices , my mind broken By a sudden acquaintance with man's rage.
Right words, sometimes they escape me; curses nay so much. Of them I am kin.
Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best.
Secrets and Malice
Mirth is God's medicine.
Cole - For the fifth labour what better treat than to sling giant chunks of dung
Most of the appearance of mirth in the world is not mirth, it is art. The wounded spirit is not seen, but walks under a disguise.
What is a harp but an oversized cheese slicer with cultural pretensions?
No Delicacy XIV. The Honest Tradesman XV. Knitting XVI. Still
O Life! thou art a galling load,
Along a rough, a weary road,
To wretches such as I!
Guilliame came to talk to him, since they were the same rank.
'Lamen. That's an unusual name.'
'It's Patran,' said Damen.
'You speak very good Akielon,' he said, loudly and slowly.
'Thank you,' said Damen.
Such a visage, joined to the brawny form of the holy man, spoke rather of sirloins and haunches than of pease and pulse.
Life! What Inscrutable Card Shall Ye Throw Next Upon the Soft Felt of Our Days?
Harlequin, probably derived from the old French Hellequin: a troop of the devil's horsemen.
Now is the time for guts and guile
Chamfron. Crimson silk draped his hindquarters,
You learn to smile even in you liver?'
'Even in my lire, Ketut. Big smile in my liver.
Fear not, nor be dismayed at the appearance that is darkness, at the disguise that is evil, at the empty cloak that is death, for you have picked these for your challenges. They are stones on which you choose to whet the keen edge of your spirit.
Walls have tongues, and hedges ears.
Tell me what it is, or prepare to eat harpoon.
Impiety. Your irreverence toward my deity.
And it be well for a knowlessman that he should not be here, for he would be taken from this place and his gaskin slit, his moules shown to the four winds, his welchet torn asunder with many hooks and his figgin placed upon a spike (...)
Agony without genius was gaucherie.
Anything more low, obscene, feculent, the manifold heaving's of history have not cast up. We shall come to the worship of onions, cats and things vermiculite.
Over nine whole acres while a huge, horrendous Vulture puddles forever with hooked beak In his liver and entrails teeming with raw pain. It burrows deep below the breastbone, feeding And foraging without respite, for the gnawed-at Gut and gutstrings keep renewing.
Ulick Norman Owen.
Oh, come, Divine Physician, and bind up every broken bone. Come with Thy sacred nard which Thou hast compounded of Thine own heart's blood, and lay it home to the wounded conscience and let it feel its power. Oh! Give peace to those whose conscience is like the troubled sea which cannot rest.
strength and honor
Ye know, Cork Courrant-Porky Implant. Tis a jest" Ian
Wonder is wisdom.
What is the source of sadness, but feebleness of the mind? What giveth it power but the want of reason? Rouse thyself to the combat, and she quitteth the field before thou strikest.
What's feeding in Derry? What's feeding on Derry?
Flamingo necks, peacock brains, pike livers, lark tongues, sow's udders, elephant trunks and ears extravagantly frilled with parsley.
A fig for partridges and quails, ye dainties I know nothing of ye; But on the highest mount in Wales Would choose in peace to drink my coffee.
From insipid sweet wine; from men who wear moustaches; from the sort of people that call legs 'limbs'; from bedraggled white petticoats: Kind Devil, deliver me.
O, vile! These tauntauns have an awful stench outside, But nothing did I know of wretchedness, Disgusting rot, and sick'ning filth till this New smell hath made attack upon my nose.
Seventy is wormwood, Seventy is gall But its better to be seventy, Than not alive at all.
Rank, rump-fed harpy.
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.
The Gauls were endowed with all the advantages of art and nature; but as they wanted courage to defend them, they were justly condemned to obey, and even to flatter, the victorious Barbarians, by whose clemency they held their precarious fortunes and their lives.
The words ending in Ique do mocke the Physician (as Hectique, Paralitique, Apoplectique, Lethargique).
This will not be a gentle prescription for healing, but cautery and the knife. What shall I achieve? That a soul which has conquered so many miseries will be ashamed to worry about one more wound in a body which already has so many scars.