In labouring to be brief, I become obscure.
Clogged with yesterday's excess, the body drags the mind down with it.
One goes to the right, the other to the left; both are wrong, but in different directions.
The tendency of humanity is towards the forbidden.
Surely oak and threefold brass surrounded his heart who first trusted a frail vessel to the merciless ocean.
While fools shun one set of faults they run into the opposite one.