There was a young bride, a Canuck, — Cunnilingus

"Then will I visit with a wand’ring kiss The vale of lilies and the bower of bliss; And where the beauteous region both divide Into two milky ways, my lips shall slide Down those smooth alleys, wearing as they go A tract for lovers on the printed snow; Thence climbing o’er the swelling Apennine, Retire into thy grove of eglantine, Where I will all those ravish’d sweets distil Through Love’s alembic, and with chemic skill From the mix’d mass one sovereign balm derive, Then bring that great elixir to thy hive."

"Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp; i faith, you are too angry. Katherina: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My remedy is, then, to pluck it out. Katherina: Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies. Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. Katherina: In his tongue. Petruchio: Whose tongue? Katherina: Yours, if you talk of tales; and so farewell. Petruchio: What! with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman. Katherina: That Ill try. [Striking him.] Petruchio: I swear Ill cuff you if you strike again. Katherina: So may you lose your arms: If you strike me, you are no gentleman; And if no gentleman, why then no arms."

"‘Hold, sir,’ quoth she, ‘My word I will not fail, For you shall feel my hand, and kisse my tail.’"

"Et delator es et calumniator, Et fraudator es et negotiator, Et fellator es et lanista."

"As a link, it beats fucking out of the field. Ive tried both and I know."