In the flush of the hot June prime, O'ersleek flood-tides afire, I hear him hurry the chime To the bidding of checked Desire; Till the sweated ringers tire And the wild bob-majors die. Could I wait for my turn in the godly choir? (Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not I!

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men c…

Enough work to do, and strength enough to do the work.

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word a…

I'd like to borrow his body for just 48 hours. There are three guys I'd like to beat up, and four women I'd like to make love to.

I can always be distracted by love, but eventually I get horny for my creativity.

A madness of tender caressing seized her. She purred as a tiger might have done, while she undulated like a snake.