He has sat on the fence so long that the iron has entered his soul.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Iron sharpens iron, and that's one man getting another guy ready to play.
You gotta strike while the iron's hot.
I have legs of iron, but to tell you the truth, they're starting to rust and buckle a bit.
The long irons are the nemesis of the average golfer. I'm convinced that the underlying reason for this is that he keeps hearing how hard they are to handle. They're not that difficult, truly.
As iron is eaten away by rust, so the envious are consumed by their own passion.
Guilt upon the conscience, like rust upon iron, both defiles and consumes it, gnawing and creeping into it, as that does which at last eats out the very heart and substance of the metal.
Iron till it be thoroughly heated is incapable to be wrought; so God sees good to cast some men into the furnace of affliction, and then beats them on his anvil into what frame he pleases.
The good Lord made us all out of iron. Then he turns up the heat to forge some of us into steel.
Now comes the reign of iron.
Iron sharpens iron; scholar, the scholar.