He didn't sit on Pervert's Row where we were. He just sat at the bar by the back and yelled, Do it again! Do it again!'

It's a male myth about feminists that we hate sex. It can be a natural, zesty enterprise. But unfortunately there are some people—it is called satyriasis in men, nymphomania in women—who engage in it compulsively and without joy.

Great Kings of Barbary, and my portly Baſſoes, we heare, the Tartars & the Eaſterne theeues: Under the conduct of one Tamburlaine, Preſume a bickering with your Emperour: […]

The truant skipped his drill, but had an eye no man could turn aside or miscommand for where the quarry of his spirit lay.