Quotes about wench, page 3
IV. Tertium Quid
True, Excellency—as his Highness says,
Though she's not dead yet, she's as good as stretched
Symmetrical beside the other two;
Though he's not judged yet, he's the same as judged,
So do the facts abound and superabound:
And nothing hinders that we lift the case
Out of the shade into the shine, allow
Qualified persons to pronounce at last,
Nay, edge in an authoritative word
Between this rabble's-brabble of dolts and fools
Who make up reasonless unreasoning Rome.
"Now for the Trial!" they roar: "the Trial to test
"The truth, weigh husband and weigh wife alike
"I' the scales of law, make one scale kick the beam!"
Law's a machine from which, to please the mob,
Truth the divinity must needs descend
And clear things at the play's fifth act—aha!
Hammer into their noddles who was who
And what was what. I tell the simpletons
"Could law be competent to such a feat
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Mercutio: Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to encounter Tybalt?
classic lines from Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene IV by William Shakespeare (1597)
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Agrippa: Royal wench!
She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed.
He plowed her, and she cropped.
classic line from the play Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1606)
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Launcelot: Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
classic line from the play The Merchant of Venice, Act II, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1598)
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After three days men grow weary of a wench, a guest, and rainy weather.
quote by Benjamin Franklin
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For a change, lady luck seemed to be smiling on me. Then again, maybe the fickle wench was just lulling me into a false sense of security while she reached for a rock.
quote by Timothy Zahn
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The Sea
The Sea.
I was an orphan lost on the vast plateau
of land till I came to the coast and saw
the sea wench all beginnings sprang;
yet I swim close to shore where the sea
is clear and has no dark, mysterious spots,
she is a greedy mother her love is total;
she hates land that stole her off springs,
hammers shores and will not desist and
be at ease before all is gone.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Tenzone
Will people accept them?
(i.e. these songs).
As a timorous wench from a centaur
(or a centurion),
Already they flee, howling in terror.
Will they be touched with the verisimilitudes?
Their virgin stupidity is untemptable.
I beg you, my friendly critics,
Do not set about to procure me an audience.
I mate with my free kind upon the crags;
the hidden recesses
Have heard the echo ofmy heels,
in the cool light,
in the darkness.
poem by Ezra Pound
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I Would If I Could
An old man sits on a public bench
And eyes up every passing wench.
Recalling sometimes wistfully
What life was like at twenty three.
When he was looking for romance
and was prepared to take a chance.
But now he is content to dream.
No longer has to plot and scheme.
His days of thrusting youth long gone
Although the urges linger on
He lacks the capability
To perform adequately.
He can't do what he used to do
It takes some getting used to
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Spice Girl
Bland and ordinary will not do,
They’re much too dull for the likes of you.
Plain Vanilla makes you snooze,
even chocolate is yesterdays news.
You’re a bit of a nut, Meg, it appears,
a bit hung over from ginger beers.
Your racks ‘well stocked with exotic favors.
Cinnamon stick your favorite flavor.
Cloves and garlic, Tarragon too
You’re a saucy wench, and tasty true.
But of all the spices on your shelf
I first reach for you, yourself.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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