It 's no fish ye 're buying, it 's men's lives.
Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832)
Source: The Antiquary. Chap. xi.
Contributed by: Zaady
November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.
Source: Marmion. 1808, introduction
As old as the hills
Source: The Monastery. 1820, Chap. ix.
But patience, cousin, and shuffle the cards Till our hand is a stronger one.
Source: Quentin Durward. 1823, Chap. viii.
For ne'er was lost on poet's ear: A simple race! They waste their toil For the vain tribute of a smile.
Source: The Lay of the Last Minstrel, 1805, Canto v. Stanza 1.
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
Source: Lullaby of an Infant Chief
. . . suspected to have more tongue in his head than mettle in his bosom.
I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.
Source: The Betrothed. Chap. xxviii.
Where lives the man that has not tried How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin!
Source: Bridal of Triermain. Canto i. Stanza 21.
But with the morning cool reflection came.
Source: Chronicles of the Canongate. Chap. iv.
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