When unstable, the post-pituitary type is restless and hyperactive, craves excitement, and continual change of interest and scene, a new pleasure every moment.

Freedom I crave: who craves not to be free?

Non Licida, nè Driope. Lycoris, Lycidas, and Dryope Cannot, dear Niblo, save thy name from death; Shadows that fleet, and flowers that yield their breath, Match not the Love that craves infinity.

That action craves no counsel, Since what you rightly are, will more command, Than best usurped shape.

Words will not here prevail, I seek for justice, and justice craves his death.

Something in me secretly craves an opportunity to tell those precious creatures that the time appears near at hand when this glorious gospel light will shine so clearly that they will discover a Saviour in the secret of their own hearts; and it is to him (I could tell them) that they must look for the perfection of their salvation.

Yet, Hubert, it craves more Arethmaticke Than in one figure to be found.

Thus Fortunatus greets his father, And craves his blessing on his bended knee.

And Lelia here falls prostrate on her knee, And craves a pardon for her late offence.

By this is as much as to say, sir, my master has sent unto you; by this is as much as to say, sir, my master has him humbly commended unto you; and by this is as much as to say, my master craves your answer.

Our birthright, good brother; this town craves maintenance; silk stockings must be had, and we would be loth our heritage should be arraigned at the vintner's bar, and so condemned to the vintner's box.

Later he resumed the public readings, with their public triumph and applause, which soon came to be a necessity to one who craved popularity as a hungry man craves bread.

In our love of stimulants, and our numbness of taste, which craves the red pepper of a biting vocabulary, we of the present generation are apt to overlook this almost obsolete and unobtrusive quality; but we doubt if, since Chaucer, we have had an example of more purely objective narrative than in "The Courtship of Miles Standish.

Maybe you're the kind of doll-baby girl that craves sheltering.

The fish that he craves will be swimming in the clear waters, and the deer and the bear will be far away, safe from his bullet.

" Popanilla is next introduced to an eminent bookseller, who craves the honour of publishing a narrative of his voyage: he informs the "mercantile Mecaenas" that he does not know how to write; who replies that "he never had for a moment supposed that so sublime a savage could possess such a vulgar accomplishment, and that it was by no means difficult for a man to publish his travels without writing a line."

"This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; and, to do that well, craves a kind of wit."Id.

It is not that he craves for stupid and conventional praise from men who can only applaud when they see others applauding.

He craves an intellectual illumination which will dispel the darkness of mental and moral ignorance, and bring to his view, as an eye-witness, the sublime truths of religion, philosophy, and science, which it is the great design of Freemasonry to teach.

" "And thou comest now, good man, to claim affinity with a condemned criminal!" "Not so, grandfather," answered a meek voice at his feet, "it is your son's daughter that craves a blessing from her dying parent.

It is personal and friendly, and on that account craves indulgence.

My restless, ambitious temper, so different from dear sister's, craves high duties and high attainments, and I have at times thought that this ambition was a motive to me to do my duty and submit my will.

The false appetite aroused by the use of food that "burns and stings," craves something less insipid than pure cold water to keep up the fever the food has excited.

The island Sultan now appears, ablaze with gems, with his officers little less gorgeous than himself, and with deep obeisances craves permission to seat himself by Aurora's side, a favour which she was not likely to refuse to a Sultan in whom she recognised her lover, the Elector.

Amidst the storm His bounty did exceed, In the rich promise of the Virgin's seed; Though justice death, as satisfaction, craves, Love finds a way to pluck us from our graves.