All his plans have finally 'borne fruit'. [=all his plans have finally been realized]
We need to remember that the 'fruits' of the earth belong to us all.
We hope that we'll be able to share in the 'fruits' of victory.
(..) And she was mighty hot! She'll need a whole damn iceberg, To cool her burning twa... Grendel, he knocks. That must be my sweet plum, Yrsa! She's ready for me to taste her juicy fruit! My lord. - Patience. Patience, my love! No, Hondshew! This can't be. It's a freaking monster. (..)2007 Beowulf