As sweet a plant, as fair a flower, is faded / As ever in the Muses' garden bladed.

Several documents on the staking of boundary lines claim to be from the time of Budiš, abbot from the Premonstratensian canonry in Klášterní Hradisko[…]

On one trip three lads on night watch all had the same idea, and when the skipper went up to the wheelhouse the following morning he was spitting mad, wanting to know who'd flogged the clock a half-hour forward.

[…] he brought a large basket of rusk or biscuit, and three jars of fresh water, into the boat.