what a stink of fusees!

And the oft-quoted phrase, "It will be a nosegay to him as long as he lives," implies that disagreeable actions, instead of being lost sight of, only too frequently cling to a man in after years, or, as Ray says, "stink in his nostrils."

he stinks like a physician. WIN.

in the eighteenth hour, which was truly the thirtieth of that day, I found the shining in the night to be grown very plain, and an utter stinking of sulphur; and truly I did be aware that the Land went upward.

The Giant, therefore, drove them before him, and put them into his castle, in a very dark dungeon, nasty, and stinking to the spirits of these two men.

And once it did seem to me that some great thing moved in the darkness, and I went downward among the rocks, and stirred not my body for a great while; and sure am I that there went some living monster past me, that did stink as a loathsome grave.

26. 'That all may laugh to see that glaring light, Which lately shone so fierce and bright, End in a stink at last, and vanish into night.' (Anon).

Now, I came clear of the darkness and the slime and the stinking in about twelve hours after the time that I did think the mountains to be a roof unto the Gorge; and the air was now free and did seem as that some life and health did abound in it; and the fires did be more plentiful, and burned very bright and clean, and threw all their fumings upward, so that there was no more any bitter pain of sulphur within my throat.

You mean the three bears raised all that stink over a lousy bowl of breakfast food?

Lewis the Eleventh had a conceit everything did stink about him, all the odoriferous perfumes they could get, would not ease him, but still he smelled a filthy stink.

For certain, he is made administrator to his own good name while he is in perfect memory, for that dies long before him; but he is so far from being at the charge of a funeral for it, that he lets it stink above-ground.

Gifts stink with proffer: foh!

The windows on the Market that shall close Upon the weary show are all reserved; And one who, standing on life's pinnacle, Today beholds the future like a realm Of faery spread afar, tomorrow lies Stinking within the compass of two boards, And over him a stone recounts:

Fall fate upon us, Our memories shall never stink behind us.