Aristophanes

Ye children of man! whose life is a span
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
Naked read more

Ye children of man! whose life is a span
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous,
Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay.

Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a
Part, or a Wolf, or a read more

Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a
Part, or a Wolf, or a Bull?

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must read more

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before,
Advanced a stage or two upon that road
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Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before,
Advanced a stage or two upon that road
Which you must travel in the steps they trod.

These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: Can't live with them, or without them.

These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: Can't live with them, or without them.