She ate, drank, worked, danced, and made love in exactly the same way: con brio.

[…] Hector thunder'd threats aloud, And rush'd enraged before the Trojan crowd; Then swift invades the ships, whose beaky prores Lay rank'd contiguous on the bending shores;

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[…] So forth he went, With heavy looke and lumpish pace, that plaine In him bewraid great grudge and maltalent;