"The Winnowing" (Elton's Hesiod & Royston's Lycophron)

Escapes, and yet escapes, from grievous plague,
Wide wastes, and sands wash'd by the frequent wave,
Where winnowing gales may sweep in eddies round.

The frequent corpse lies dash'd upon the shore
With nectar and with sweet ambrosia fill'd.
One day, one little day, would stand their shock;

I rend my banquet, or I loose my prey.
The tedious moments, closed in dungeon walls
Their glowing eyes, and, mingling desperate hands

In gallant trim the sculptured vessel flew



One for One.


One who finds himself in W***Mart four times a week has got no call to carp at the order of things.


A few good words for TTAPOOC.