smart as a whip

By the time it concluded with a sing-a-long of “XO,” Beyoncé had done the rare thing.

Now-a-days it is the bankrupt who flouts, and his too confiding creditors who are jeered and laughed at.

During the first week, not a day passed without smart skirmishes.

Q was a Queen, who wore a silk slip; R was a Robber, and wanted a whip.

He felt himself the meanest, vilest thing a-crawl upon this sinful earth, and she—dear God!

All that scientific bric-a-brac in the cupboard had far better be thrown away.