After their introduction to Orlando, Celia wonders why Rosalind should be so morose ([William Shakespeare's As You Like It,] I.iii.10–19): … In her effort to cheer Rosalind, Celia compares these frets to burs, meaning the rough and prickly flowerheads: They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery.

If you disbelieve such people, then keep disbelieving them for as long as you live or want.

But she would survive. She would faint before she'd let Brandon outhike her.

He was a big chubby man, in his middle thirties, the muscle of his rugger days now settling placidly to reminiscent fat.