It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor. Live bravely and present a brave front to adversity
An accomplished man to his fingertips.
The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion the snare laid for her, and the fish the hook in its concealment.
Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.
Nor has he lived in vain, who from his cradle to his grave has passed his life in seclusion.
Force without reason falls of its own weight.