Too many cooks, ye knows well enough, is sure to spile the broth.
"The Island Queen" by R.M. Ballantyne
They cussed, and said the derned ole fool would spile everything.
"Anderson Crow, Detective" by George Barr McCutcheon
You just use as many on 'em as you've a mind; and all you spile I'll fetch you again from hum.
"The Wide, Wide World" by Susan Warner
Hit him somewheres in the hand; spile his dealin' fo' a while.
"Rimrock Trail" by J. Allan Dunn
It wuz a shame to hev sech a good match spiled.
"David Dunne" by Belle Kanaris Maniates
One good pocket'll most ginerally spile the eyes of a green hand.
"Two Arrows" by William O. Stoddard
For five minutes Pete Ellinwood lounged indolently against a spile, engrossed in thought.
"The Harbor of Doubt" by Frank Williams
As she used to say, she was 'spiled anyway.
"Kildares of Storm" by Eleanor Mercein Kelly
McArdle seems a hard-workin' chap, the kind that a little help wouldn't spile.
"Money Magic" by Hamlin Garland
I put in the first day sitting on the ice sawing off spiles.
"Calumet 'K'" by Samuel Merwin
He kept right on that very way
Till he got big and tall,
And old Mistus used to chide him
And say he'd spile us all.
"The Deliverance" by Frances Ellen Watkins
"I'd lick your leetle boy Dominique,
I'd lick heem till he's cryin' purty hard,
An' for fear he's gettin' spile, I'd geev' heem castor ile,
An' I would n't let heem play outside de yard."
"Dominique" by William Henry Drummond
Spense had a notion in his mind,
Ef some poor human grapples
With pesky worms thet eat his vines,
An' spile his summer apples,
It don't seem enny kind ov sense
Tew call that "cheekin' Pruvidence!"
"Old Spense" by Isabella Valancy Crawford
You don't want no punkins nigh your wortermelon
'Cause, some-way-another, they'll spile your melons,
I've seed 'em taste like punkins, from the core to the rines,
Which may be a fact you have heerd of before
"Wortermelon Time" by James Whitcomb Riley
How'd you know 'twas a Yankee packet?
Blow, my bully boys, blow;
Know'd her by the awful racket --
Blow, my bully boys, blow.
Wey-hey-ho, the cook was jealous, Spiled the soup and bust his bellus --
Blow, my bully boys, blow!
"Yankee Packet " by Edwin James Brady
They spiled along the water-course with trunks of willow-trees,
And planks of elms behind 'em and immortal oaken knees.
And when the spates of Autumn whirl the gravel-beds away
You can see their faithful fragments, iron-hard in iron clay.
"The Land" by Rudyard Kipling
The maple industry has come a long way from hand-carved wooden spiles or spouts.
Hundreds of minnows died inthe ammonia solution that spiled into a drainage ditch behind a barn at the Buckeye Egg Property in Croton.
The crowd of protesters spiled outside Ruby's Bar on the Coney Island boardwalk on Saturday (Kathleen Horan/WNYC).
Spiles, buckets and rubber tubing .