Said my mother, 'What is all this story about' 'A Cock and a Bull', said Yorick.
Said my mother, 'What is all this story about' 'A Cock and a Bull', said Yorick.
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
Crito, I owe a cock to Asclepius will you remember to pay the debt.
Be bold and boast, just like the cock beside the hen.
I recoil, overcome with the glory of my rosy hue and the knowledge that I, a mere cock, have made the sun rise.
Even a cock crows over his own dunghill.
It may be the cock that crows, but it is the hen that lays the eggs.
Cock your hat - angles are attitudes.
Gandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard in the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn. And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin's sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last.
O plump head-waiter at The Cock, To which I most resort; How goes the time 'Tis five o'clock. Go fetch a pint of port.
Nationalism is a silly cock crowing on his own dunghill.
Very well, Thomas Rhodes,
You are cock of the walk, no doubt.
Poem for Liu Ya-tzu Night is long. And slowly comes the crimson sun-moon dawn. Demons and monsters danced about and whirled for hundreds of years and five hundred millions were not a family. Yet in one song the cock whitens the world. Song pours on us from ten thousand corners and musicians from Khotan play. Never before were we poets so moved. October 1950
An egotist is like a cock who thinks the sun has risen to hear him crow.
RELIQUARY, n. A receptacle for such sacred objects as pieces of the true cross, short-ribs of the saints, the ears of Balaam's ass, the lung of the cock that called Peter to repentance and so forth. Reliquaries are commonly of metal, and provided with a lock to prevent the contents from coming out and performing miracles at unseasonable times. A feather from the wing of the Angel of the Annunciation once escaped during a sermon in Saint Peter's and so tickled the noses of the congregation that they woke and sneezed with great vehemence three times each. It is related in the Gesta Sanctorum that a sacristan in the Canterbury cathedral surprised the head of Saint Dennis in the library. Reprimanded by its stern custodian, it explained that it was seeking a body of doctrine. This unseemly levity so raged the diocesan that the offender was publicly anathematized, thrown into the Stour and replaced by another head of Saint Dennis, brought from Rome.
The house is turned entirely upside down when the hen crows and the cock is silent.
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