Cease your quest of love.

Thank God I was not the only sex-mad precocious little saucepot around!

Sosa got Clark to chase a changeup, then retired Stephen Drew on a flyout to the right-field fence.

The God we now behold with open'd eyes; A herd of spotted panthers round him lies In glaring forms; the grapy clusters spread On his fair brows, and dangle on his head.