Ovid hath a witty fiction of one Phyllius, who fell ſo deeply in love with a little boy, that at his pleaſure he took many wilde Beaſts, Birds, and Lions, and tamed them to the delight of his Amaſius: at length the inſatiable Boy required him to do the like by a Bull, which he had overcome, but Phyllius denying that requeſt, the Boy preſently caſt himſelf down from a Rock, and was afterward turned into a Swan.

A small part of the straw is deseeded as it is delivered; the rest is deseeded by January.

I weigh one hundred eight pounds soaking wet, I work out because it's important to me to stay in shape, and I'm not half as fragile as you think I am.

As feely homies, when we launched ourselves onto the gay scene, polari was all the rage. We would zhoosh our riahs, powder our eeks, climb into our bona new drag, don our batts and troll off to some bona bijou bar.