For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.
Everything flows and nothing stays.
She spoke and loosened from her bosom the embroidered girdle of many colors into which all her allurements were fashioned. In it was love and int desire which steals the mind even of the wise.
The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.
Now son, you don’t want to drink beer. That’s for Daddies, and kids with fake IDs.