Thou knowest that the old paths are best, and livest in most pious abhorrence of all amendment.

Livest like a dog by vomit.

Thou livest at large, thou draw'st thy native air, Pleased with thy freedom, proud of my despair:

Thou livest for the world.

"Yes maam, my people de liv on a big plantation neah de Little Rock an we all hoe cotton.