Throw me on a dunghill, and let me rot there, to infect the air!'
It is fit neither for the land nor for the dunghill: men cast it out.
But like all dunghill products, the life of these was ephemeral.
But we can say, we men of the nineteenth century, that the nineteenth century is not the dunghill.
At its worst it has collapsed into a death-trap or is rotting like a dunghill.
So ye may do yur crowing on a dunghill, whar there be cocks like to be scared at it.
There were two Cocks—one on the dunghill, the other on the roof.
If you would be a nuisance, be a Drunkard; for the approach of a Drunkard is like that of a dunghill.
If a flower grows on a dunghill, 't is still a flower, and not a part of the dunghill.
The wind bore the unhappy fowl to a dunghill, where it left him for a moment.