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to play with fire
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to join one's grandfathers
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to go to meet one's Maker
to breathe one's last
to go the way of all flesh
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1) in for a penny, in for a pound
2) as well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb
1) that is well hinted, that is the truth and nothing but the truth
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3) hit the (right) nail on the head
4) hit the mark
1) do in Rome as the Romans do
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2) one must not put one's sickle into another's harvest
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A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
A burnt child dreads the fire.
A cock is valiant on his own dunghill.
A creaking door hangs long on its hinges.
A fault confessed is half redressed.
A great ship asks deep waters.
After dinner comes the reckoning.
All cats are grey in the night.
All that glitters is not gold.
As the tree, so the fruit.
As you brew, so must you drink.
As you sow, you shall mow.
Bad news has wings.
Barking dogs seldom bite.
Beauty lies in lover's eyes.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Blood is thicker than water.
Charity begins at home.
Custom is a second nature.
Cut your coat according to your cloth.
Death pays all debts.
Diamond cut diamond.
Don't halloo till you are out of the wood.
East or west, home is best.
Even reckoning makes long friends.
Every cloud has a silver lining.
Every cook praises his own broth.
Every man has a fool in his sleeve.
Extremes meet.
Faint heart never won fair lady.
First catch your hare, then cook him.
Nasty climbers have sudden falls.
Hawks will not pick hawks' eyes out.
He dances well to whom fortune pipes.
He laughs best who laughs last.
He that never climbed, never fell.
Hunger is the best sauce.
If you run after two hares, you will catch neither.
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It is a good horse that never stumbles.
It is a long lane that has no turning.
It never rains, but it pours.
Let bygones be bygones.
Let well (enough) alone.
Like cures like.
Like master, like man.
Little strokes fall great oaks.
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Make hay while the sun shines.
Many a little makes a mickle.
Many men, many minds.
Needs must when the devil drives.
New brooms sweep clean.
No sweet without (some) sweat.
Nothing venture, nothing have.
Once bitten, twice shy.
One good turn deserves another.
One swallow does not make a summer.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Opportunity makes the thief.
Over shoes, over boots.
Silence gives consent.
Speech is silver but silence is gold(en).
Still waters have deep bottoms (or still waters run deep).
Strike while the iron is hot.
The beggar may sing before the thief.
The chain is no stronger than its weakest link.
The early bird catches the worm.
More haste, less speed.
There is no place likfe home.
There is no rose without a thorn.
There is no smoke without fire.
There's no use crying over spilt milk.
Too many cooks spoil the broth.
Too much knowledge makes the head bald.
Two heads are better than one.
Wealth is nothing without health.
Well begun is half done.
What is done cannot be undone.
When the cat is away, the mice will play.
Who keeps company with the wolf, will learn to howl.
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1. was sorry for MacGown! There he sat, poor devil! With every one getting up round him, still, and red as a tur- key-cock. (J. Galsworthy, The Silver Spoon, part III, ch. VIII)
2. If Mrs. Henry might have read between the lines, she might have had more knowledge of her husband's nature. (R. L. Stevenson, The Master of Ballantrae, ch. IV)
3....but to worship the golden calf for eighteen shillings a week! Oh, pitiful, pitiful! (Ch. Dickens, Martin Chuz- zlewit, ch. I)
4....he had, in fact, burned the candle at both ends, but he had never been unready to do his fellows a good turn. (J. Galsworthy, Villa Rubein, ch. Ill)
5. "A pretty kettle of fish," he muttered. "Where it'll end, I can't tell." (J. Galsworthy, The White Monkey, part III, ch. VIII)
6. Fieta looked at the man to see whether he was pulling her leg. White people didn't write books about coloured people. (P. Abrahams, The Path of Thunder, book II, ch. 3)
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7. "You see," he heard James say, "we can't have it all begin over again. There's a limit; we must strike while the iron's hot." (J. Galsworthy, In Chancery, part I, ch. 9)
8. A man should strike while the iron is hot, and sail while the wind is fair. (W.
Scott, The Fortunes of Nigel, Introduction)
9. What did he know of her he had only loved her all her life, looked on her as the apple of his eye! (J. Galsworthy, To Let, part , ch. 8)
| 11....he merely said: he didn't know he expected she was spending a pretty penny on dress. (J. Galsworthy, The Man of Property, part I, ch. 6) 12. And he heard that the house was costing Soames a pretty penny beyond what he had reckoned on spending. (J. Galsworthy, The Man of Property, part , ch. 4) ■ 3. . 1. I take off my hat to Miss Tonis, in her way she's the cleverest of us all. (S.P. Snow) |
10. Higgins: A new fashion, by George! And it ought to look horrible! (B. Shaw, Pygmalion, act II)
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2. listen to him was, as the phrase goes, as good as a play... (W.S. Maugham)
3. Knock: Of course she's a bit independent but one has to put up with that in girls nowadays. And she's as good as gold. (W.S. Maugham)
4. I'll say this for Irma, she's pretty as a picture. I wish I had a waist like that and such eyes. (A. Maltz)
5....The palace is a sight for sore eyes. (W. S. Maugham)
6. "You have strength... it is untutored strength. Like a bull in a china shop," he suggested... (J. London)
7....the police were naturally reluctant to admit, that they had found a mare's nest. (B. Shaw)
8. I was supposed to be the milestone around the President's neck. (R. S. Sherwood)
9. Lieutenant:...I hope you won't insist on my starting off on a wild-goose chase after the fellow now. I haven't a notion where to look for him. (B. Shaw)
10. I had two hundred jobs all told... Reckon I'm a Jack of all trades and master of none. (J. Conray)
11. I am getting better by leaps and bounds. (O. Casly)
12. He is good through and through, and I have promised to marry him. (A. Christie)
13. He's a first-class engineer, just as good as they come. (J. Duncan)
14. A sensational story has got around which is generally believed by the public at large.
15. My whole plan's gone down the drain. (A. Maltz)
16. He had a temper that was out of hand in an instant. (J. Aldridge)
17. The only thing now was to sit down and wait still, the hue and cry had died down and the murderers thought the affair was forgotten. (W.S. Maugham)
18. You're young and you're extremely lovely and I love you like hell. (A. Christie)
19. We shall never be able to live here after the war. We shall be as poor as church mice. (W.S. Maugham)
20. Easy on now. You won't gain anything by losing your hair. (J. Lindsay)
21. And what does he want?...Money? Meat? Drink? He's come to the wrong shop for that, if he does. (Ch. Dickens)
22. Death is believed to be due to natural causes. There are no suspicions of foul play.
23. She was easy to dance with. As light as a feather.
(W.S. Maugham)
24. Hasn't Monsieur Felix warned you I live by my wits.
(N. Coward)
25. I've got to be busy. I can't sit down and twiddle my thumbs.
(F. Norris)
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... worked his company hard. They rehearsed every morning from ten till two, when he sent them home to learn their parts and rest before the evening's performance. He bullied them, he screamed at them, he mocked them. He underpaid them. But if they played a moving scene well, he cried like a child, and when they said an amusing line as he wanted it said, he bellowed with laughter. He would skip about the stage on one leg if he was pleased, and if he was angry, would throw the script down and stamp on it while tears of rage ran down his cheeks. The company laughed at him and abused him and did everything they could to please him. He aroused a protective instinct in them, so that one and all they felt that they couldn't let him down. Though they said he drove them like slaves, and they never had a moment to themselves, flesh and blood couldn't stand it, it gave them a sort of horrible satisfaction to comply with his outrageous demands.
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