Book: Windsor scoffer

Shame the rakes,
Demon possessed,
Who lives under the authority
The spirit of lust!

Where Is The Bead? Fly and, since in the way
You happen to find a girl,
That went to bed with a prayer three times,
Went to her sleeping infant pleasant.
And for those who are not praying, dared to sleep,
Just pinch the sides, belly, knees, chest.

Well if the gods, falling in love, sit exactly in the coals, then what to demand from us poor mortals!

You, Jupiter, turned into a Swan one day - remember when you fell in love with Leda? O omnipotent love! She made God, the father of the gods, to be like the stupid bird of the goose breed.

O mighty love! The beast it turns sometimes in man, and man to beast.

Remember the old Jupiter, the day when you became a bull for the sake of Europe. Love adorned thy divine head horns.

Not a sin of the adulterer to hold
We tried to knock out of the way!

Life is a weaving Shuttle: back and forth, back and forth.

I believe in odd and always bet on odd numbers - say, happiness loves them.

Henceforth let it be known,
What can a woman fun to be honest.
Faithful husbands minx and scoffer,
And in the mask of piety go of a sinner.

My husband says that the books not yet added a single drop of mind to my son.

If I grew horns, I remind you of the old adage: don't mess with the horned beast - it can run amok!

Jealousy is a heavy burden. I would not agree to wear it in the shower for all the wealth of Windsor castle.

Put it in the scabbard their impatience, obrycki cold water on his anger.