I have seen, and heard, much of Cockney impudence before now; but never expected to hear a coxcomb ask two hundred guineas for fli...nging a pot of paint in the public's face.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As if he were a pot of dates... in a blind man's hand, Mothers, they pilfer my husband and they're jealous of me! The cobra's hood has come out of its tail.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
See yonder thin column of smoke curling up through the woods from some invisible farmhouse, the standard raised over some rural ho...mestead.... It is a hieroglyphic of man's life, and suggests more intimate and important things than the boiling of a pot. Where its fine column rises above the forest, like an ensign, some human life has planted itself,--and such is the beginning of Rome, the establishment of the arts, and the foundation of empires, whether on the prairies of America or the steppes of Asia.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Men have a low threshold for distraction. They are delicate. They are made nervous by having to do more than one thing at a time. ...They feel frazzled and angry if they have to answer three phone calls, and have a hard time settling back to work after the trauma. Women, on the other hand, develop the skill of doing many things at once. They tuck the phone in between their shoulders and their ears, hold a baby on one hip, stir a pot on the stove, all the while thinking about an idea for a story. They don't think it's unfair to have to do this. They think it's normal.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Fine Madam Would-Be, wherefore should you fear, That love to make so well, a child to bear?... The world reputes you barren; but I know Your 'pothecary, and his drug says no. Is it the pain affrights? That's soon forgot, Or your complexion's loss? You have a pot That can restore that. Will it hurt your feature? To make amends, you're thought a wholesome creature. What should the cause be? Oh, you live at court, And there's both loss of time and loss of sport In a great belly. Write, then, on thy womb, Of the not born, yet buried, here's the tomb.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It's no go the picture palace, it's no go the stadium, It's no go the country cot with a pot of pink geraniums.... It's no go the Government grants, it's no go the elections, Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Behind a pot of ferns the wagging clock Tells me the hour's word, the neural meaning... Flies on the shafted disc, declaims the morning And tells the windy weather in the cock.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »