As he turned a corner he almost collided with Binns and Blotwell, the youngest boys in the school, who were blocking the passage […]

You know the old rhyme, — ' Tender-handed touch the nettle, And it stings you for your pains ; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it soft as silk remains.' So, little friend, difficulties vanish before resolution and action.

There are two ducks on the pond for the cleanup hitter.

Lady Anne: Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Out of my sight! thou dost infect my eyes. Gloucester: Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. Lady Anne: Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead! Gloucester: I would they were, that I might die at once; For now they kill me with a living death.