For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of a fool: this also is vanity.
He could smell her crackling white apron and the faint flavourof toastthat alwayshung about her so deliciously.
One unquestioned text we read, All doubt beyond, all fear above; Nor crackling pile nor cursing creed Can burn or blot it God is love.
Discord, a sleepless hag who never dies, With Snipe-like nose, and Ferret-glowing eyes, Lean sallow cheeks, long chin with beard supplied, Poor crackling joints, and wither'd parchment hide, As if old Drums, worn out with martial din, Had clubb'd their yellow Heads to form her Skin.john wolcot
As the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of a fool.
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