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A curse is like a cloud--it passes. - Philip James Bailey We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses. - Henry Ward Beecher As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys. - William Blake May the grass wither from thy feet; the woods Deny thee shelter! earth a home! the dust A grave! the sun his light! and heaven her God! - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron) Oh! I will curse thee till thy frighted soul Runs mad with horror. - Nathaniel Lee Curses are, like young chickens, And still come home to roost! - Lord Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton ("Owen Meredith") May those who love us love us. And those that don't love us, May God turn their hearts, And if He doesn't turn their hearts, May he turn their ankles, So we'll know them by their limping. - Old Irish Saying, an old Irish curse But no, I will not curse them: thro' the world A curse will follow them, like the black plague Tracking their footsteps ever--day and night, Morning and eve, summer and winter ever. - Edna Dean Proctor Curses are like processions: they return to whence they set out. - Proverb, (Italian) Curses are like young chickens, And still come home to roost! - Proverb, (Arabian), quoted by Bulwer-Lytton "The Lady of Lyons", act V, sc. 2 Dinna curse him, sir; I have heard a good man say that a curse was like a stone flung up to the heavens, and maist like to return on his head that sent it. - Sir Walter Scott All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! you herd of--boils and plagues Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd Further than seen, and one infect another Against the wind a mile! - William Shakespeare All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease! - William Shakespeare May never glorious sun reflex his beams Upon the country where you make abode! But darkness and the gloomy shade of death Environ you till mischief and despair Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves. - William Shakespeare Poison be their drink! Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest meat that they taste!-- Their softest touch as smart as lizards' stings! Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss! And, boding screech-owls make the concert full! - William Shakespeare Villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption; Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man; Snakes in my heart-blood warm'd, that sing my heart; Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas. - William Shakespeare Whip me, ye devils, Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulphur, Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire. - William Shakespeare You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes!--Infect her beauty, You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun, To fall and blister her pride! - William Shakespeare
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