He was conscious that Flamel was looking at him with the smile that was like an interrogation point.

While the winged creature coiled himself up, / the friend and lord of men stood unflinching / by his shield; Beowulf waited ready armed. / Then, fiery and twisted, the dragon swiftly / shrithed towards its fate.

I am the man So I’m sitting in the VIP with my mains We twisted up some Crip but I am ready to dip to the telly with my relly cuz these fuckin git up chicks keep blowin up my celly. aːm ðə meɪ̯n soʊ̯ aːm sɪtɪn ɪn ðə vɪp wɪθ maː meɪ̯ns wiː twɪstəd ʌp sʊm kɹɪp bʌt aːm ɹɛdi tu dɪp tʊ ðə tɛli wɪθ maː ɹɛli kʌz ðiːz fʌkɪn gɪt ʌp t͡ʃɪks kiːp blowɪn ʌp maː sɛli

Farther, that nothing less than a violent Heat, can disentangle these Creatures [animal spirits] from their hamated station of Life, or give them Vigor and Humor, to imprint the Marks of their little Teeth.