creature (n.)
- adherent
- agent
- animal
- appliance
- artifact
- backscratcher
- backslapper
- beast
- being
- body
- bootlicker
- brainchild
- brownie
- brute
- cat
- chap
- character
- child
- clawback
- cog
- coinage
- commonality
- commonalty
- composition
- concoction
- contrivance
- courtier
- creation
- critter
- customer
- dependent
- device
- disciple
- distillation
- duck
- dummy
- dupe
- earthling
- effect
- entelechy
- entity
- essence
- extract
- fawner
- fellow
- feudatory
- figurehead
- flatterer
- flunky
- follower
- front
- fruit
- gillie
- go-between
- goon
- groundling
- groveler
- guy
- hand
- handiwork
- handmaid
- handmaiden
- hanger-on
- head
- helot
- henchman
- homo
- human
- implement
- individual
- inferior
- instrument
- intermediary
- intermediate
- intermedium
- invention
- issue
- jackal
- joker
- junior
- lackey
- lever
- liege
- life
- lightweight
- man
- manufacture
- masses
- masterpiece
- material
- mechanism
- mediator
- medium
- microbe
- microorganism
- midwife
- minion
- mintage
- monad
- mortal
- myrmidon
- nose
- object
- offspring
- one
- ont
- opera
- opus
- organ
- organism
- organization
- origination
- outcome
- outgrowth
- party
- pawn
- peon
- person
- persona
- personage
- personality
- plaything
- product
- production
- puppet
- reptile
- result
- retainer
- satellite
- secondary
- serf
- servant
- single
- slave
- somebody
- someone
- something
- soul
- spaniel
- stooge
- subaltern
- subordinate
- suck
- sycophant
- tellurian
- thing
- thug
- timeserver
- toad
- toady
- tool
- toy
- truckler
- underling
- unit
- varmint
- vassal
- vehicle
- virus
- votary
- work
- worldling
- yeoman
- yes-man
- zooid
- zoon
Our creature comforts.
Drink, pretty creature, drink!
Hobbes clearly proves that every creature
Lives in a state of war by nature.
When all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Cas. Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used.
Since every mortal power of Coleridge
Was frozen at its marvellous source,
The rapt one, of the godlike forehead,
The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth:
And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle,
Has vanished from his lonely hearth.
Destroy his fib or sophistry—in vain!
The creature's at his dirty work again.
Those obstinate questionings
Of sense and outward things,
Fallings from us, vanishings,
Blank misgivings of a creature
Moving about in worlds not realized,
High instincts before which our mortal nature
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised.
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Man is not the creature of circumstances. Circumstances are the creatures of men.
I do now remember the poor creature, small beer.
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
'T was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,—not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
What more felicitie can fall to creature
Than to enjoy delight with libertie,
And to be lord of all the workes of Nature,
To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie,
To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature.
Fill all the glasses there, for why
Should every creature drink but I?
Why, man of morals, tell me why?
