Do not mourn the dead with the belly.

We all scribble poetry.

I don't know how much longer I can complain.

Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.

I'm a white male, age 18 to 49. Everyone listens to me, no matter how dumb my suggestions are.

I'm not a bath man myself. More of a cologne man.

Short is my date, but deathless my renown.