None in the world; but return with an invention, and
clap upon you two or three probable lies.
None in the world; but return with an invention, and
clap upon you two or three probable lies.
This royal hand and mine are newly knit,
And the conjunction of our inward souls
Married in league, coupled and link'd together
With all religious strength of sacred vows;
The latest breath that gave the sound of words
Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love,
Between our kingdoms and our royal selves;
And even before this truce, but new before,
No longer than we well could wash our hands,
To clap this royal bargain up of peace,
Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and overstain'd
With slaughter's pencil, where revenge did paint
The fearful difference of incensed kings.
Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it.
It takes two hands to clap! I cannot be solely blamed for what happened in my relationships! If things soured, it happened because of both parties. Not just me!
Will the people in the cheaper seats clap your hands? And the rest of you, if you'll just rattle your jewelry.
There are a lot of guys in Hollywood who clap you on the back just a little too hard.
In matters of commerce the fault of the Dutch Is offering too little and asking too much. The French are with equal advantage content, So we clap on Dutch bottoms just twenty per cent.
We should not clap our hands and mourn, for he is out of trouble. You are still in it.
Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill,
Supplied wi' store o' water;
The heaped happer's ebbing still,
An' still the clap plays clatter.
It takes two hands to clap.
The attack of John Brown upon Harper's Ferry came upon Virginia like a clap of thunder out of a clear sky.
I have seen him set fire to his wigwam and smooth over the graves of his fathers... clap his hand in silence over his mouth, and take the last look over his fair hunting ground, and turn his face in sadness to the setting sun.
Children are the most wonderful audiences. What's struck me most is that that they watch it so silently, until the end when they shriek and shout and clap.
Don't clap too hard - it's a very old building.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress.
Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories