Baser still it regardeth the
obsequious, doggish one, who immediately lieth on his back, the submissive one; and there is also wisdom that is submissive, and doggish, and pious, and
obsequious.
History will teach us that the former has been found a much more certain road to the introduction of despotism than the latter, and that of those men who have overturned the liberties of republics, the greatest number have begun their career by paying an
obsequious court to the people; commencing demagogues, and ending tyrants.
Thus, each of the principal branches of the federal government will owe its existence more or less to the favor of the State governments, and must consequently feel a dependence, which is much more likely to beget a disposition too
obsequious than too overbearing towards them.
Darcy exposed to all the parading and
obsequious civility of her husband.
Lady Arabella stood a little on one side, and the African, accepting the movement as an invitation, entered in an
obsequious way.
They crowd you-- infest you--swarm about you, and sweat and smell offensively, and look sneaking and mean, and
obsequious. There is no office too degrading for them to perform, for money.
His
obsequious follower stood holding the torch above his head, and then the observer saw for the first time, from his place of concealment, that he was blind.
Cassy kept her room and bed, on pretext of illness, during the whole time they were on Red river; and was waited on, with
obsequious devotion, by her attendant.
And there was Silver, sitting back almost out of the firelight, but eating heartily, prompt to spring forward when anything was wanted, even joining quietly in our laughter--the same bland, polite,
obsequious seaman of the voyage out.
But a wise prince would rather choose to employ those who practise the last of these methods; because such zealots prove always the most
obsequious and subservient to the will and passions of their master.
"Yes, my Lady, change at Fayfield," were the next words I heard(oh that too
obsequious Guard!), "next station but one." And the door closed, and the lady settled down into her corner, and the monotonous throb of the engine (making one feel as if the train were some gigantic monster, whose very circulation we could feel) proclaimed that we were once more speeding on our way.
(with that peculiar expression of polite weariness which plainly says, "If it were not my duty I would not talk to you for a moment"), was listening to an old Russian general with decorations, who stood very erect, almost on tiptoe, with a soldier's
obsequious expression on his purple face, reporting something.