As he turned a corner he almost collided with Binns and Blotwell, the youngest boys in the school, who were blocking the passage […]

Lady Anne: Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Out of my sight! thou dost infect my eyes. Gloucester: Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. Lady Anne: Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead! Gloucester: I would they were, that I might die at once; For now they kill me with a living death.

There are two ducks on the pond for the cleanup hitter.

You know the old rhyme, — ' Tender-handed touch the nettle, And it stings you for your pains ; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it soft as silk remains.' So, little friend, difficulties vanish before resolution and action.