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The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
A girl offered me E at the club. 'Have you ever done E?' 'I watch E.'
The longest Day hath an Eueninge.
Faire words makes mee looke to my purse.
-sounds like the /ee/ sound in the English
It's a darn poor mind that can only think of one way to spell a word.
Black Court vampires. I just shortened it some."
Ebenezar tsked. "Blampires. That's the problem with you young people. Shortening all the words.
Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.
does my Anerew's hert guid to hae a crack wi' ane 'at kens something o' what the Maister wad be at. Mony ane 'll ca' him Lord, but feow 'ill tak the trible to ken what he wad hae o' them.
For thus men seyth, That on thenketh the beere,
But al another thenketh his ledere.
Ye have ta ask me dat? Ye do na know dat ye are all dat madders ta me?
Whither thou know'est thy ass from thy elbow
O be some other name.
I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
Hoi, hoi u embleer hrair! M'saion ule' hraka vair!
I'm not interested in doing something edgy with a capital E just so everyone knows, 'Oh, OK, now he's showing us he can do edgy.'
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.
Those two fatal words, Mine and Thine.
An old black ram is tupping your white ewe
pocket lizard licker.
It is a damn poor mind that can think of only one way to spell a word.
I'm the worst speller on the planet. I'm so glad for spellcheck on my phone.
A thinker is a person.
Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe.
You weaselly short-dicked elk-fucker.
What are you looking at?" I asked ...
"City slicker. What are you looking at?"
"A stupid wookie man-bear-pig who doesn't know how to mind his own business.
What you could be.
I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover and I'm a sinner. I play my music in the sun.
Or as an ook comth of a litel spir, So thorugh this lettre, which that she hym sente, Encressen gan desir, of which he brente.
Who's a** is this?" Mo asked ...
"Mine!" Mykel shouted.
Mo stilled and then laughed. Mykel thought about what he said and then felt his face heat up from embarrassment. "I mean yours."
"God, I love you," Mo said ...
But look, I cleared out all y'all that got in the way/And y'all knew that I was ill, but now my doctor is Dre
What thou art, that thou art.
Eenie, meenie, minie, moe, catch a killer by the toe. If his lawyer's Haller, let him go. Eenie, meenie, minie, moe. Hey bro.
The honest man, though e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men, for a' that!
A less popular name for the Second Person of that delectable newspaper Trinity, the Roomer, the Bedder, and the Mealer.
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
Oh, I wish I were a miser; being a miser must be so occupying.
U r a ' Be Eye Tea See Hutch'!!!.
Erudite, for a woman who confuses "you're" and "your" and goes in for random capitalisation.' 'We can't all be literary geniuses,' said Robin reproachfully. 'Thank Christ for that, from all I'm hearing about them.
Faygne woulde I curse thee further, botte mie tyngue
Denies mie harte the favoure soe toe doe.
Your Egnlish is so atrocious I don't feel the need to even respond' seems but a long-winded way of saying, 'Home-schooled dumbass.
Oh, it's called, em ... ' Kate thinks, 'I can't remember what it's called.'
'You're the same as me,' Dad says to her. 'You've got CRAFT too.'
'What's that?'
'Can't. Remember. A. Fuc-
Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.
first four letters, and used to write them out
Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge
With-inne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho
That hadden prys, now wonder nyce and straunge
Us thinketh hem; and yet they spake hem so,
And spedde as wel in love as men now do.
prestidigitator,
Ife can sure be a downer.
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
What does who call me when?Call-- Robin Hobb
Tain't no trouble tuh say whut's already so.
He that staies does the businesse.
He that hath little is the lesse durtie.
A comely olde man as busie as a bee.
Would everyone stop saying arse!" ... "I know, its called an ass, people. Ass
blatherskate," I
Tae be yersel an tae mak that worth bein
Nae harder job tae mortals has been gien
It's a yeti," said Gaspar from behind me, obviously having been roused from his trance. "An abominable snowman." "This is what happens when you fuck a sheep!?" I exclaimed. "Not an abomination," Josh said, "abominable." The yeti licked him on the cheek.
Now, Pheoby, don't feel too mean wid de rest of 'em 'cause dey's parched up from not knowin' things.
If the wise erred not, it would goe hard with fooles.
[If the wise erred not, it would go hard with fools.]
Tell me thy company, and I'll tell thee what thou art.
A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.
ADDER, n. A species of snake. So called from its habit of adding funeral outlays to the other expenses of living.
A miser is sometimes a grand personification of fear. He has a fine horror of poverty; and he is not content to keep want from the door, or at arm's length, but he places it, by heaping wealth upon wealth, at a sublime distance!
Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.
As you are aware, E is the most common letter in the English alphabet,
What the hell am I?
This is Deirdre," said Addison. "She's an emu-raffe, which is a bit like a donkey and a giraffe put together, only with fewer legs and a peevish temper. She's a terrible sore loser at cards," he added in a whisper. "Never play an emu-raffe at cards. Say hello, Deirdre!
I ain't got much education, but I got some sense.
That's one of the oldest tricks in the world, Adrien-with-an-e.
Hee that lives ill, feare followes him.
Whoever invented English
should have learned
to spell.
Now voe me I can zing on my business abrode: Though the storm do beat down on my poll, There's a wife brighten'd vire at the end of my road, An' her love, voe the jay o' my soul.
Were' is a son-of-a-bitch word.
Something like that." "You-- Gene Wolfe
Winna ye be gaein' awa', to write buiks, an' gar fowk fin' oot what's the maitter wi' them?
I'm not very articulate.
As lyke as one pease is to another.
Know thy Creator.
Well may hee smell fire, whose gowne burnes.
A lexicographer, a writer of dictionaries, a harmless drudge.
Mind your P's and Q's.
Im.' The monosyllable was heavy with contempt. 'E's a twat.'
'Is he?'
'Yeah, 'e is. Ask Kieran.'
She gave the impression that she and Kieran stood together, sane, dispassionate observers of the idiots populating Lula's world.
Tharn. It was a good word for a bad state of mind.
The Executioner shall not have much trouble, for I have a little neck. I shall be known as La Reine Sans Tete
Every reader of the Dreiser novels must cherish astounding specimens
of awkward, platitudinous marginalia, of whole scenes spoiled by bad writing, of phrases as brackish as so many lumps of sodium hyposulphite.
E was the only one in the world who understood the secret living thing that dwelt in he pit of my stomach ... the thing that reared its head from time to time to sear my insides with fear.
You're like a dictionary. You know the word is in there, but you need to know how to spell what you want first
How long have you known me, Jack? And you still don't know how to spell my name.
a Nean derthal with a badge.
Bad spelling can be lethal.
Sleep easy, Ember.
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
YOU YOU YOU your eyes, thick as a high school scrapbook crackling and yellow, curling at the edges a book of myths in which i do not appear.
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
God keepe me from foure houses, an Vsurers, a Taverne, a Spittle, and a Prison.
Another words, aWords-- Barry Ford
I am ewe to your ram. How can I call myself a man anymore?"
"The penis is a dead giveaway.
All that shit starts in E.
A tall man, thin and pale, with high nose and teeth so white, and eyes that seem to be burning. That he be all in black, except that he have a hat of straw which suit not him or the time.
Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!