See'st thou yon river, whose translucent wave, / Forth issuing from the darkness, windeth through / The argent streets o' th' city, imaging / The soft inversion of her tremulous domes, / Her gardens frequent with the stately palm, / Her pagods hung with music of sweet bells,

They are united by the fact that women will not have sex with them, usually attributed to shallow obsessions with looks or superficial personality, and by their hatred of “Chads” and “Stacys”, the men and women who have sex.

The lether-winged Bat, dayes enimy, / The ruefull Strich, still waiting on the bere, / The Whistler shrill, that who so heares, doth dy […]

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