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Un gros serpent mordit Aurele.
Que croyez-vous qu'il arriva?
Qu' Aurele en mourut? Bagatelle!
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Un gros serpent mordit Aurele.
Que croyez-vous qu'il arriva?
Qu' Aurele en mourut? Bagatelle!
Ce fut le serpent qui creva.
To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human
kindness.
[Ger., In gahrend Drachengift hast read more
To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human
kindness.
[Ger., In gahrend Drachengift hast du
Die Milch der frommen Denkart mir verwandelt.]
Poison is drunk out of gold.
[Lat., Venenum in auro bibitur.]
Poison is drunk out of gold.
[Lat., Venenum in auro bibitur.]
Talk no more of the lucky escape of the head
From a flint so unhappily thrown;
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Talk no more of the lucky escape of the head
From a flint so unhappily thrown;
I think very different from thousands; indeed
'Twas a lucky escape for the stone.
A deadly echidna once bit a Cappadocian; she herself died, having
tasted the Poison-flinging blood.
[Lat., Vipera Cappadocem read more
A deadly echidna once bit a Cappadocian; she herself died, having
tasted the Poison-flinging blood.
[Lat., Vipera Cappadocem nocitura mormordit; at illa Gustato
perit sanguine Cappadocis.]
What's one man's poison, signior,
Is another's meat or drink.
What's one man's poison, signior,
Is another's meat or drink.
All men carry about them that which is poyson to serpents: for
if it be true that is reported, read more
All men carry about them that which is poyson to serpents: for
if it be true that is reported, they will no better abide the
touching with man's spittle than scalding water cast upon them:
but if it happed to light within their chawes or mouth,
especially if it come from a man that is fasting, it is present
death.
Hier aupres de Charenton
Un serpent morait Jean Freron,
Que croyez-vous qu'il arriva?
Ce read more
Hier aupres de Charenton
Un serpent morait Jean Freron,
Que croyez-vous qu'il arriva?
Ce fut le serpent qui creva.
Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have
A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
As will read more
Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have
A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
As will disperse itself through all the veins
That the life-weary taker may fall dead,
And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
As violently as hasty powder fired
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.