And then, there is the old saying, Give a man an ell, and look to your rod.

We are all either jackals or lions, puppets or men behind the booth.

I am a lion." He rose, drew his saber half-way from the scabbard, and sent it slithering back.

"In a fortnight we put it to the touch to win or lose it all, as the poet says.

Every man for himself, and let the strongest win, say I." "You are playing two games," coldly.
"And you?
Is it for pure love of Madame the duchess that you risk your head?
Come, as you say; admit that you wish to see my hand without showing yours.