A Quote by Richard Taverner

Thurst [thrust] out nature with a croche [crook], yet woll she styll runne back agayne. — © Richard Taverner
Thurst [thrust] out nature with a croche [crook], yet woll she styll runne back agayne.
Me? Well, I don't know, I must go to a dictionary and learn what a crook is. I've never been a crook.
Nixon was a crook, but he was our crook. He didn't have the KGB do the Watergate job.
I don't believe Spiro Agnew is a crook. If he was a crook, he'd still be in office.
Elektra met Matt, and she fell in love with him. And I think he brought some good out of her at some point in her life, and maybe she wants to figure out, by coming back to him, who she really is. She comes back because she misses him, and she's alone, and the only person she's ever loved is Matt.
Drive out Nature with a fork, she comes running back.
I am happy to have done both 'Crook' and 'Kya Super Kool Hai Hum' but 'Crook' did not do well and one can't say what went wrong.
The best state for human nature is that in which, while no one is poor, no one desires to be richer, nor has any reason to fear from thrust back, by the efforts of others to push themselves forward.
If we throw mother nature out the window, she comes back in the door with a pitchfork.
You may drive out nature with a pitchfork, yet she'll be constantly running back.
There are people who say, 'Oh, he's a crook.' But I'm not a crook.
Piety is indifferent whether she enters at the eye or at the ear. There is none of the senses at which she does not knock one day or other. The Puritans forgot this, and thrust Beauty out of the meeting-house and slammed the door in her face.
If you drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will soon find a way back.
The engine roared to life. He ran toward her. She shot our of her parking space. He rushed to the side of her car. "Stop it, Kristy! You're overreacting! Let's talk about this." That was when she did the unthinkable. She rolled down the window, thrust out her hand, and gave Reverend Ethan Bonner the bird.
The honey-bee's great ambition is to be rich, to lay up great stores, to possess the sweet of every flower that blooms. She is more than provident. Enough will not satisfy her, she must have all she can get by hook or crook.
People have got to know whether or not their president is a crook. Well, I'm not a crook. I earned everything I've got.
Drive Nature out with a pitchfork, yet she hurries back, And will burst through your foolish contempt, triumphant.
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