1
Whatever the homeless warriors may have done, they be now in mickle need.
2
That word pleased them, and they I held the bridal with mickle joy.
3
From their foes they had already suffered mickle stress of war.
4
Better had he left it undone, for mickle is his blame.
5
I heard nor sid nowt that's dow, but mickle that's conny and gladsome.
6
Her pain was passing great; a mickle wonder it was that she ever lived.
7
The faithless Huns brought a mickle band before the house.
8
To the hall a mickle force of well-armed warriors marched.
9
Into the ring men bare a heavy stone, huge and great, mickle and round.
10
A mickle troop had Gwitard, the King of Gascony land.
11
Many littles make a mickle, and he that is getting aught is losing naught.
12
Right...well, Louis XIV has a mickle abscess on his neck.
13
You know the old proverb, 'Many littles make a mickle.'
14
Their mickle honors lay there low in death; the courtiers all had grief and drearihead.
15
He wist how to live bountifully, in mickle honors.
16
Then were the Nibelungs made acquaint with mickle toil.
