The glad circle round them yield their souls To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall.
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No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.
william pennMy wardrobe is like a garden oh, I don't know how I've got the gall! My wardrobe is just like a wardrobe it's not like a garden at all!
attila the stockbrokerAnd thus He mused: "From here, indeed Shall we strike terror in the Swede? And here a city by our labor Founded, shall gall our haughty neighbor; "Here cut" - so Nature gives command - Your window through on Europe; stand Firm-footed by the sea, unchanging!
aleksandr pushkinYour problem has nothing to do with git , and everything to do with emacs . And then you have the gall to talk about "Unix design" and not gumming programs together, when you yourself use the most gummed-up piece of absolute sh*t there is!
linus torvaldsNo might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong, Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?
william shakespeareOn the Great and Holy Friday we commemorate the holy, saving and awesome sufferings of our Lord and God and Saviour Jesus Christ: the spitting, the striking, the scourging, the cursing, the mockery; the crown of thorns, the purple cloak , the rod, the sponge, the vinegar and gall, the nails, the spear; and above all the cross and the death, which He voluntarily endured for us. Also we commemorate the saving confession of the grateful thief who was crucified with Him.
This, I shall say, is He, the son of the carpenter or the whore , the destroyer of the Sabbath , the Samaritan and Who had a devil . This is He, Whom ye bought of Judas: this is He, Who was smitten with a reed and with bufferings, dishonoured with spittings, drugged with gall and vinegar. This is He, Whom the disciples stole secretly away, that it might be said that He had risen again[.]
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
william shakespeareLet there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
This, I shall say, is He, the son of the carpenter or the whore , the destroyer of the Sabbath , the Samaritan and Who had a devil . This is He, Whom ye bought of Judas: this is He, Who was smitten with a reed and with bufferings, dishonoured with spittings, drugged with gall and vinegar. This is He, Whom the disciples stole secretly away, that it might be said that He had risen again[.]
But through the heart Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse, 'Tis then delightful misery no more, But agony unmix'd, incessant gall, Corroding every thought, and blasting all Love's paradise.
james thomson