In the word of no master am I bound to believe.
From the egg to the apple.
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
Busy idleness urges us on.
While we're talking, time will have meanly run on... pick today's fruits, not relying on the future in the slightest.
The brave are born from the brave and good. In steers and in horses is to be found the excellence of their sire; nor do savage eagles produce a peaceful dove.