Fear not; and the God of mercies grant a full gale and a fair entry into His kingdom, which may carry sweetly and swiftly over the bar, that you find not the rub of death.
Fear not; and the God of mercies grant a full gale and a fair entry into His kingdom, which may carry sweetly and swiftly over the bar, that you find not the rub of death.
When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, Wretched, bored, dejected; only here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you're near.
I suppose meeting people whether it's in real life and actually shaking their flesh and blood hand or shaking the mystical hand of the character all rub off on you in some way.
A face in the picture would bother me, so I'd rub it out with the turpentine and do it over.
The descent to the infernal regions is easy enough, but to retrace one's steps, and reach the air above, there's the rub.
Sometimes I wake at night in the White House and rub my eyes and wonder if it is not all a dream.
In order to represent life on the stage, we must rub elbows with life, live ourselves.
Painting is the most magical of mediums. The transcendence is truly amazing to me every time I go to a museum and I see how somebody figured another way to rub colored dirt on a flat surface and make space where there is no space or make you think of a life experience.
All pressure is self-inflicted. It's what you make of it or how you let it rub off on you.
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
When you've got your man down, rub him out.
Always try to rub up against money, for if you rub up against money long enough, some of it may rub off on you.
It is good to rub and polish our brain against that of others.
The real rub is finding that authentic self and it's not something that's going to come to you overnight.
I have perfected the art of putting my feet on my husband's lap during awards ceremonies so he can rub them.
Since then my office hath so far prevail'd
That face to face and royal eye to eye
You have congreeted, let it not disgrace me
If I demand, before this royal view,
What rub or what impediment there is
Why that the naked, poor, and mangled Peace,
Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births,
Should not in this best garden of the world,
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage?
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