Who could tell to whom we belong when we lie absolutely content with the poisonous pasture of this world's vanities and rank gains; when the soul is stained with impurity, torn with passion, and has every mark that distinguishes Christ's people obscured?
"The Expositor's Bible: The Gospel of St. John, Vol. I"
Marcus Dods
But there was nothing poisonous in the fumes of the Texas formula-only an aromatic oil to deceive meddlers.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford
Because, once the appetite shows up, it simply must be satisfied, or it's apt to do all sorts of poisonous things to you, as you can see.
"Fair and Warmer"
E. G. von Wald