[…] stonish’d as night-wanderers often are, Their light blown out in some mistrustful wood, Even so confounded in the dark she lay, Having lost the fair discovery of her way.

[…] I'm an aging bunhead. That's my problem. Like I told you, my life is ... But a dancer—especially a ballet dancer—has a shelf life that's shorter than a quart of milk […]

This lass, Nelly Long, she was dressish and dapper, And, though our Dick was a good looked lad, She snubb'd him, scop'd him, for she was a snapper, And told him quite plumpish—she wan't to be had: […]

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