These are the teeth of the mouth of the wolf. The tongue touches the tooth that hurts. From pain, and mis appropriated attention for terror and woe, from the place where we are, as we take our chances, roll the die, move forward, summersault out, escape from the belly, and look for luck, a the lower jaw emerges from the earth, but we are free from it.

La lingua batte dove il dente duole.

In bocca lupo.