I'm satisfied. It's straight,...but it's just so hot, and I'm just so fraustrated.
I would rather be a serf in a poor man's house and be above ground than reign among the dead.
I long for home, long for the sight of home.
Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'
Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.