Maxioms by David Tuvill
Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.
Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.
Every sound alarms. [A guilty conscience.]
Every sound alarms. [A guilty conscience.]
O that Jupiter would but bring back to me the years that have
passed!
O that Jupiter would but bring back to me the years that have
passed!
He follows his father, but with shorter strides.
He follows his father, but with shorter strides.
