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If you ask 10 nomes to push four will pull and two will say pardon
God is my strong deliver.
There are two ways of exerting one's strength; one is pushing down, the other is pulling up.
Kill my envy, command my tongue, trample down self. Give
Keep us at tasks too hard for us that we may be driven to Thee for strength.
At the ches with me she (Fortune) gan to pleye; With her false draughts (pieces) dyvers/She staal on me, and took away my fers. And when I sawgh my fers awaye, Allas! I kouthe no lenger playe.
Pryde will have a fall;For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after.
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
tee that stretched taut against his powerful
Rebus lifted a Guardian
Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
Who goeth a borrowing. Goeth a sorrowing.
A king may spille, a king may save; A king may make of lorde a knave; And of a knave a lorde also.
Love thy neighbor, but pull not down thy hedge.
Lust carries her sharp whip At her own girdle.
I grunted, hauling the rope hand over hand. A plaintive squeak came from the pulley system with each draw, as if I had strapped some unfortunate mouse to a torture device and was twisting with glee.
Never struggle with anyone or anything. When you're pushed, pull; when you're pulled, push.
Who shall dare to talk of strength when David can fall?
Make me, o lord, thy spinning wheel complete, thy holy word thy distaff make for me.
Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!
The one who doesn't pull his weight is not asked to pull, while the one who does, pulls for two.
The secret to success is written on the doors of this auditorium. One side says 'Push,' the other side says 'Pull.
Strength is the outcome of need;
Feyre Archeron." A labored breath. "I told you - to stay with the High Lord. And you did.
Don't pull out." "That's what she said,
LORD strengthen me where I am too weak and weaken me where I am too strong!
You're pulling a Lassie on me, aren't you?
Take heede of an oxe before, of an horse behind, of a monke on all sides.
The man who prays grows, and the muscles of the soul swell from this whipcord to iron bands.
Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
Th' indifferent judge between the high and low;
With shield of proof shield me from out the prease
Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw.
Cast your burden on the LORD, and He shall sustain you;
From my weakness, I drew strength that never left me.
He that by the Plough would thrive, Himself must either hold or drive.
Everyone knows that hidden pull is there, but we go on living our lives, pretending we don't. We keep our gazes fixed, day after day, on the things we want to see.
I wonder by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd? - DONNE
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.
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string?
I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
Defend me, therefore, common sense, say
From reveries so airy, from the toil
Of dropping buckets into empty wells,
And growing old in drawing nothing up.
Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean insults*
Would that some could find the courage to help themselves. Craster sprawls in his loft even now, stinking of wine and lost to sense. On his board below lies a sharp new axe. Were it me, I'd name it Answered Prayer' and make an end.
The Almighty LORD is our strong deliver.
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.
pulling an uncooperative goat
You have fettered yourself of your own free will, man-break the fetters!
Let himself be drawn hither by the coercion of the phenomena themselves
He carries well, to whom it waighes not.
[He carries well, to whomit weighs not.]
Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.
I pull words from thin air....words never spoken....words never there
He must needes go that the dyvell dryveth.
Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.
THE NAME THOUGHT OUT TO BE SPOKEN
What's the handle, Zock?
He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.
Drear ritual turned its wheel. The ferment of the heart, within these walls, was mocked by every length of sleeping shadow. The passions, no greater than candle flames, flickered in Time's yawn, for Gormenghast, huge and adumbrate, out-crumbles all.
'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
Let us live in the harness, striving mightily.
Loosen your girdle and let er fly!
And lash the vice and follies of the age.
Darrow, Lancer of House Augustus. Rise, there are duties for you to fill. Rise, there are honors for you to take. Rise for glory, for power, for conquest and dominion over lesser men. Rise, my son. Rise.
I am governed by the pull of the sentence as the pull of fabric is governed by gravity.
Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!
O Lord gives us strength to do your will.
Auld John may dee a beggar in a hay barn, or at the back of a dike, but he sall aye be master o' his ain thoughts an' gie them vent or no, as he likes
Let the galled jade wince' -
Fight thou with shafts of silver, and o'ercome When no force else can get the masterdom
What relish is in this? How runs the stream?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep.
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Dreams drawn from the sheath.
Absolve me, teach me, purify me, strengthen me: take me to Thyself, that I may be Thine and Thine only.
He pushed. I yielded. He gave. I took. He captured. I surrendered.
If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.
I pull you from your tower, take away your pain. Show you all the beauty you possess, if you only let yourself believe.
Looks like Santa's sleigh," Frank said. "Can Arion even pull that much?" Arion huffed. "Hazel," Percy said, "I am seriously going to wash your horse's mouth with soap. He says, yes, he can pull it, but he needs food.
Friendth, Romanth, countrymen, lend me your earsth.
Speak, then, o body, shout aloud, And break my only mind from chains To go where ploughing's ended.
thou who herd'st nerfs,
May the fire of St. Anthony fly up thy fundament.
To hallow'd duty
Here with a loyal and heroic heart,
Bind we our lives.
The thick plottens.
I distress you; I draw fast to an end.
Grove giveth and Gates taketh away.
Give me the strength to leaf, for I fear otherwise we may hang ourselves.
My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail.174
Let my muse
Fail of thy former helps, and only use
Her inadulterate strength. What's done by me
Hereafter shall smell of the lamp, not thee.
Bring me your Nortons, your Kramdens, your housewives, and sewermen.
Weight my limbs with the nests of your flotsam, that we may chirp in chorus this melancholy anthem.
Mourn with your busdriver piety this sapless husk;
dull with your tender hymn the string of the lumberman's axe.
The lazy ox wishes for horse-trappings, and the steed wishes to plough.
[Lat., Optat ephippia bos piger, optat arare caballus.]
Lord, take me from myself and give me to yourself.
My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.
Drawn by conceit from reason's plan
How vain is that poor creature man;
How pleas'd in ev'ry paltry elf
To grate about that thing himself.
Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?
Keelhaul the poets in the vestry chairs.
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?
My face heated with embarrassment. The crossbreed member of Keystone - formerly known as the Shadow, a merciless killer - is now on the hunt for linens. Viktor
Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan.
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
The hog that ploughs not, not obeys thy call, Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
Either you pursue or push, O Sisyphus, the stone destined to keep rolling.
[Lat., Aut petis aut urgues ruiturum, Sisyphe, saxum.]
Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,
Depart,
be off,
excede,
evade,
erump!