She will never win him, whose words had shown she feared to lose.
They sicken of the calm who know the storm.
It costs me never a stab nor squirm / To tread by chance upon a worm. / Aha, my little dear, / I say, Your clan will pay me back one day.
People are more fun than anyone.
Friends come and go but I wouldn't have thought you'd be one of them
I wish, I wish I were a poisonous bacterium.