I know you are more clement than vilde men, / Who of their broken Debtors take a third, / A ſixt, a tenth, letting them thriue againe / On their abatement; […]

She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings / That in the various bustle of resort / Were all toruffl'd, and sometimes impair'd.

With their hair half up, and dressed demurely in black formalwear, they seemed like lost girls and conveyed little beyond a vague sense of urgency and dread; sure technicians all, they are not yet artists able to make their lashing limbs and inscrutable gestures mean something.

Commenting on his love for Talparo, the home of the formidable Talparo Tambule in Kandal troupe (a band of boismen), he said: “I have land in Talparo. I love Talparo. When I go up there, it is like a different zone. I love the bush. When I go up there, whack. I just watch around. I just lie down on the ground. I am enjoying nature. I pick oranges and portugals.