Number 5

Only a man who knows nothing of Zoroaster's ways would throw away his gold on a pretty boy. Wherever you see a tall, cypress-like figure, keep your eyes on the face and spit into your fist. Since there is no gate to his backside and no trousers, no one will kill you for an innocent thing. And if it is coupling you crave, at most you'll push a finger in up to the ring. In the end the whole gain of it is this: that the hard and the soft in you go slack. If you think it over, it comes down to one donkey mounting the back of another.