Honi soit qui mal y pense 2
I just came across [NO, YOU SICK FUCKS, NO!] an eBay auction for a book of poems by Henry Vaughan, a 17th-century metaphysical poet chiefly known for his religious poetry. The title is really splendid:
Well, now we know what he was up to in the privacy of his own home...
By the way, this reminds me of that fine limerick:
There was the old vicar of Lundy
Fell asleep in his vestry on Sunday
He woke with a scream:
“What, another wet dream?
This comes of not frigging since Monday!”
Well, as Confucious say, “man who go to bed with sex problem, wake up with solution in hand”...