down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms
You know, the one with all the well meaning rules that don't work out in real life, uh, Christianity.
Ah, good ol’ trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.
I would rather be tied to the soil as a serf... than be king of all these dead and destroyed.
If you are very valiant, it is a god, I think, who gave you this gift.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.