Accursed from their birth they be Who seek to find monogamy, Pursuing it from bed to bed— I think they would be better dead.
tomorrow's gone-we'll have tonight!
I wish, I wish I were a poisonous bacterium.
Of course I talk to myself. I like a good speaker, and I appreciate an intelligent audience.
Flowers are heaven's masterpiece.
It costs me never a stab nor squirm / To tread by chance upon a worm. / Aha, my little dear, / I say, Your clan will pay me back one day.