The stream of life now droppeth on the chimb.<6>The silly tongue well may ring and chime Of wretchedness, that passed is full yore*: *long With olde folk, save dotage, is no more.
This little winding stream and the river so familiar to them were all the watercourses they could see.
But there was not a stick of wood, the bog-holes were little puddles, the stream was a slender trickle.
She held her peace and said no more, and Don Quixote made answer, "Of a truth, fairest lady, Actaeon when he unexpectedly beheld Diana bathing in the stream could not have been more fascinated and wonderstruck than I at the sight of your beauty.
The streams, lakes and bayous were the only ‘roads.’
The running stream, which flowed in rippling wavelets at my feet, was the satisfactory reply.
This Gulf Stream is a huge heat generator that enables the coasts of Europe to be decked in eternal greenery.