All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.
For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.
Now son, you don’t want to drink beer. That’s for Daddies, and kids with fake IDs.
The man who acts the least, upbraids the most.
I discovered a meal between breakfast and brunch.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.