Maxioms by David Tuvill
He follows his father, but with shorter strides.
He follows his father, but with shorter strides.
A feeble dart short of its mark.
A feeble dart short of its mark.
Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.
Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.
And there stalks Discord delighted with her torn mantle.
And there stalks Discord delighted with her torn mantle.
Confidence cannot find a place wherein to rest in safety.
Confidence cannot find a place wherein to rest in safety.
