Like to the cruel brothers of the earth, Sprong of the teeth of Dragons venemous, Their careleſſe ſwords ſhal lanch their fellows throats And make vs triumph in their ouerthrow.

You have your lovers - dusky beaus / Not made of the poetic stuff / That sports an Apollonian nose, / And wears a sleek Byronic cuff.

Most official attempts to monitor the health of sex workers have been designed to protect clients and society

Philander went into the next room[…]and came back with a salt mackerel that dripped brine like a rainstorm. Then he put the coffee pot on the stove and rummaged out a loaf of dry bread and some hardtack.