Shear swine, all cry and no wool.
A man will rise,a man will fall.From the shear face of love like a fly from the wallbono
Sow thin, shear thin. (Strauss, 1998 p. 1158)
Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.
An ethereal mountain emerging from a tossing sea of clouds framed between two dark barracks a massive blue-black tooth of shear rock inlaid with azure glaciers, austere yet floating fairly-like on the near horizon... For hours afterwards I remained spell-bound. ~ Felice Benuzzi