The gallant King, / His high, his majestic beauty not destroyed / But bearing itself more manlily, the Goddess / In pitying admiration sees, […]

I pulled a few strings, and, as a result, you'll be able to own that house you so wanted to buy.

The intensity of the summer heat is, however, modified after a time by a cooling wind which [Giovanni] Mariti calls limbat. […] This limbat wind is said to be the cause of those fevers which attack the inhabitants, to which Europeans are even more subject.

there always seemed to be one outrageous beauty: an angel who would have been forced into indentured topmodeldom had she been found on a Paris bus; or a wavy-lipped, chisel-chinned, almond-eyed boy-warrior out of the Iliad, as beautiful as humans come.