The engineer had a very intelligent design proposal for the new car.

Such as this Age, in which all good is geason, […]

There was the Donna Julia, whom to call / Pretty were but to give a feeble notion / Of many charms in her as natural / As sweetness to the flower, or salt to ocean, / Her zone to Venus, or his bow to Cupid / (But this last simile is trite and stupid).

It is astonishing that men and women, well knowing as they do the dangerous nature of their tasks, should hazardise not only their own lives but those of their companions by acts of omission or commission.