Little miss is taught by her mamma that she must never speak before she is spoken to. On this she sits bridling up her head, looki...ng from one to the other, in hopes of being called to and addressed by the name of pretty miss.... But if this should not happen and no one should take any notice of her, she is ready to cry at the neglect. But should there be another miss in the room caressed and taken notice of whilst she is thus overlooked, it will be impossible for her to contain her tears, and blubbering is the word.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The supposition that it was possible for any woman to be so mean-spirited as not at least to wish to tear out her rival's eyes was... too hard for the digestion of the Cry.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The female part of the Cry (who had many of them often experienced a joyful self- approbation on being told by their admirers that... all their perfection lay in folly and that to prove their wisdom they must shun, as poison, every offered instruction for fear of becoming disagreeable to their lovers) now felt rolling in their bosoms the highest anger and disdain. Not against their adorers for so preposterous a method of flattery, much less against themselves for receiving and being pleased with such absurd adulation: but all their indignation was pointed against Portia for daring to bring into open light the true meaning of such paradoxical stuff.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Heed not Mephistopheles, my children, lest you suffer eternal damnation. When he whispers in your ear, turn away your head and hea...rken instead to the angel on your shoulder.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side, come hot from hell,... Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When my old wife lived, upon This day she was both pantler, butler, cook,... Both dame and servant, welcomed all, served all, Would sing her song and dance her turn, now here At upper end o'the table, now i'the middle, On his shoulder, and his, her face afire With labor, and the thing she took to quench it She would to each one sip.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born,... And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill: Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have observed the misery of my people who are in Egypt; I have heard their cry on account of their taskmasters. Indeed, I know t...heir sufferings, and I have come down to deliver them from the Egyptians, and to bring them up out of that land to a good and broad land, a land flowing with milk and honey, to the country of the Canaanites, the Hittites, the Amorites, the Perizzites, the Hivites, and the Jebusites.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Pharaoh arose in the night, he and all his officials and all the Egyptians; and there was a loud cry in Egypt, for there was not a... house without someone dead.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »