I would to heauen I had your potencie, And you were Isabell: should it then be thus? No: I would tell what 'twere to be a Iudge, and what a prisoner.

But be careful what you are about, for overhead is the terrible Laportea crenulata, or devil’s nettle; the petioles of the leaves are hispid with poisonous hairs, the sting of which, once felt, will not be forgotten by you in a hurry;

[It] had made Mick's heart soar, if only briefly, at the thought that he and Alma might outlive the monster breeze blocks that were used to smash their home ground into crack dens, knocking shops and a despairing dust that settled everywhere on people's heartstrings.

Like planet-stricken men of yore / He trembles, smitten to the core / By strong compunction and remorse.