That's the problem with them fables, they're putting animals together that wouldn't meet. I don't know where a scorpion is knockin' around with a frog.
Poverty is a scorpion; it stings the poor and it also stings the men with high conscience who feel sad about the poverty; the rest is immune to it!
You catch a fairly young field-vole and flay it. . . We take the skin, when Venus stands in the sign of the scorpion, and combust the skin. . . Now take the ash, which you got this way, and pepper it out on the fields.
I will now make a scorpion appear in Osama bin Laden's pants
Some learned writers. . . have compared a Scorpion to an Epigram. . . because as the sting of the Scorpion lyeth in the tayl, so the force and virtue of an epigram is in the conclusion.
An untrampled scorpion troubles no one.
Scorpions are quite ruthless, you know. That is why Artemis bid one of them to kill her foe Orion. And as a reward she set the scorpion on up in the sky. I'm not ruthless. I merely do whatever it takes to achive my goals That's not ruthless?
Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, In every bosom where her nest is made, Hatched by the beams of truth, denies him rest, And proves a raging scorpion in his breast.
