Who's the coward now?
"I never took you for a coward," Wynn taunted.
Who's the coward now?
"Well, I hope the person that buys it isn't such a coward" Clara stared at her.
She would have coward under the table all night, too frightened to go for help.
"Coward," he said, chuckling.
COWARD, a term of contempt for one who, before danger, pain or trouble, shows fear, whether physical or moral.
Theodahad, notwithstanding a varnish of literary culture, was a coward and a scoundrel.
Early in 1814 he saw Napoleon for the last time; the emperor upbraided him with the words: "You are a coward, a traitor, a thief.
Only the clergy, naturally conservative, still clung to the king, and Sigismund III., who was no coward, at once proceeded to Cracow to overawe the rokoszanie, or insurrectionists, by his proximity, and take the necessary measures for his own protection.
The concluding years of Canute's reign were peaceful, as became a prince who, though by no means a coward, was not of an overwhelmingly martial temperament.
Panurge has almost all intellectual accomplishments, but is totally devoid of morality: he is a coward, a drunkard, a lecher, a spiteful trickster, a spendthrift, but all the while infinitely amusing.
But he did not wish the little girl to think him a coward, so he advanced slowly to the edge of the roof.
No one thinks you a coward, but that's not the point.
"Let him see whether I am a coward!" he thought.
"It's all over; but I am a coward--yes, a coward!" thought Rostov, and sighing deeply he took Rook, his horse, which stood resting one foot, from the orderly and began to mount.
Davout was to Napoleon what Arakcheev was to Alexander--though not a coward like Arakcheev, he was as precise, as cruel, and as unable to express his devotion to his monarch except by cruelty.
Sometimes--when there is not a coward at the front to shout, 'We are cut off!' and start running, but a brave and jolly lad who shouts, 'Hurrah!'--a detachment of five thousand is worth thirty thousand, as at Schon Grabern, while at times fifty thousand run from eight thousand, as at Austerlitz.
I am not to blame that the Minister is vacillating, a coward, dense, dilatory, and has all bad qualities.