Surely oak and threefold brass surrounded his heart who first trusted a frail vessel to the merciless ocean.

My liver swells with bile difficult to repress.

Better one thorn pluck'd out than all remain.

The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves.

It is your business when the wall next door catches fire.

Flames too soon acquire strength if disregarded.

Force without judgement falls on its own weight.