That four-flusher shoot himself? Not a chance.

This proportion increased about 5% from 1988 to 1992—hardly a change of epidemic proportions.

Just then, a sailor, who had crossed the channel, and was making rapid headway, by rowing cross-handed, emerged from behind a merchant vessel which was moored at the wharf.

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.