230 Quotes About Willis-barnstone

A grammarian's daughter made love with a man,and the poor creature gave birth to a childwho was, in orderly sequence:masculine, feminine, and neuter.

What good is life when golden love is gone?Frankly, I would rather be dead than ignore a girl's warm surrender, her soft arms in bedat night, the lovely flower of youth that all women and men desire!When old age comes a man feels feeble and ugly and crawls undera crushing sorrow.He loses the simple joyof looking at the sun.Children despise him.He is repulsive to young women—in this sadblind alley which God has made of old age.

The dice of love areshouting and madness.

O black winter of savage death that froze the spring of your unnumbered charms.The tomb tore you from brilliant dayin this, your bitter sixteenth year.Your husband and father—blind with grief—Think of you, Anastasia, who were our sun.

Philenis, fill our silent confidant—the lamp—with olive dew. Then go,and lock the stout door behind you,for love abhors a breathing witness;and you, sweet Xantho, let us begin . . .Only my couch, a friend to lovers,will know the secrets of Aphrodite.

In the words of Phokylides, the tribes of women come in four breeds: bee, bitch and grimy sow,and sinewy mate with draping mane. The mareis healthy, swift, roundly built and on the loose. The monster-looking sow is neither good nor rotten,and the bristling bitch lies snapping at the leash. Yes, the bee is best: a whizz at cleaning, trimand good in cooking. My poor friend, I tell you, for a bright, balmy marriage, pray for a bee.

This wheatless island stands like a donkey's back.It bristles with a tangle of wild woodland.Oh,there is no country so beautiful,no sensual earth that keys my passionas these plains around the river Siris.

Let the stone of Tantalosno longer overhang this island.

They laid down their livesin the arms of waves.