It Is Not Unseemly For A Man

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!

The Sex Is Ever To A Soldier Kind.

She Sent Him A Warm And Gentle Wind, And Lord Odysseus Was Happy As He Set His Sails To Catch The Breeze. He Sat Beside The Steering Oar And Used His Skill To Steer The Raft.

Look, I'm Not Asking You To Like Me, I'm Not Asking You To Put Yourself In A Position Where I Can Touch Your Goodies, I'm Just Asking You To Be Fair.

Whatever Day Makes Man A Slave, Takes Half His Worth Away.