“No, I have no sex appeal, they say down there,” and he pointed with a motion of his sport-jacketed shoulder.

Meander, thou my faithfull Counſellor, Declare the cauſe of my conceiued griefe, Which is (God knowes) about that Tamburlaine: That like a Foxe in midſt of harueſt time, Dooth pray vppon my flockes of Passengers: […]

The man was driven by his love for money and his desire to become the next Bill Gates.

They feel themselves in a state of thraldom; they imagine that their souls are cooped and cabined in, unless they have some man, or some body of men, dependent on their mercy.