My rimes I know unsavory and sowre, To taste the streames, that, like a golden showre, Flow from thy fruitfull head, of thy Loves praise; Fitter perhaps to thunder martiall stowre, When so thee list thy loftie Muse to raise: Yet, till that thou thy poeme wilt make knowne, Let thy faire Cinthias praises be thus rudely showne.

Nor is his name altogether unconnected with geometrical inquiries, for he is well known as the reproposer of the Problem of Hipparchus […]

Floods in northern India, mostly in the small state of Uttarakhand, have wrought disaster on an enormous scale.[…]Rock-filled torrents smashed vehicles and homes, burying victims under rubble and sludge.

The beard turned out to be too thick for the shaver, but under the sink, he found a groomer/shaver and trimmed his beard to a respectful stubble.