“The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb grey hairs”
“A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars.”
“She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blueThe mountain, my ladyShe's as sweet as pink flowers made bright with morning dew,Mount Eskel, my lady”
“Good luck is just bad luck with its hair combed.”
“What grasses the horses had left was heavy with dew, as if some passing god had scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth.”
“For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.”