The plough prepares the field for corn; in time it is overgrown with grass or thorn. Who long has rested cannot run apace; the shattered horse is hindermost in the race. The boat consumes and lives in every rim; when on long beaten it ceases to swim. I came as a fox and reigned as wolf and I’ll die as a dog. The trouble of the head: the tempest of the tongue: the shipwreck of sanctity and soul: the storm of the body.