Maxioms by David Tuvill
Can heavenly breasts such stormy passions feel?
Can heavenly breasts such stormy passions feel?
Every man makes a god of his own desire.
Every man makes a god of his own desire.
Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.
Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.
One man excels in eloquence, another in arms.
One man excels in eloquence, another in arms.
A fault is fostered by concealment.
A fault is fostered by concealment.
