But I sate silent and alone,
Wrapped in the mock of mourning weed.
But I sate silent and alone,
Wrapped in the mock of mourning weed.
It's all very boring to say that we get along great and all that and sometimes we mock up come aggravation to make it interesting but the truth of it is that we get along so well we've never had an argument.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
All parents should be aware that when they mock or curse gay people, they may be mocking or cursing their own child.
My focus is to forget the pain of life. Forget the pain, mock the pain, reduce it. And laugh.
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Washington is an endless series of mock palaces clearly built for clerks.
Do not mock us; grief has made us unbelieving-
We look up for God, but tears have made us blind.
Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb;
And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe
To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub
To make an envious mountain on my back,
Where sits deformity to mock my body;
To shape my legs of an unequal size;
To disproportion me in every part,
Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp
That carries no impression like the dam.
At last you get in-but you hear a step:
The ogre, Life, comes into the room,
(He was waiting and heard the clang of the spring)
To watch you nibble the wondrous cheese,
And stare with his burning eyes at you,
And scowl and laugh, and mock and curse you,
Running up and down in the trap,
Until your misery bores him.
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured,
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
Incertainties now crown themselves assured,
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
I'm pro-death penalty, but what I have not seen is anybody that would mock someone on death row.
Isn't it the sweetest mockery to mock our enemies?
No, misery makes sport to mock itself:
Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me,
I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee.
We ape, we mimic, we mock. We act.
I remarked constantly, just at sunset, in these latitudes, that the eastern horizon was brilliantly illuminated with a kind of mock sunset. This in a short time disappeared, to be soon succeeded by another similar in character, but more faint.
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