Maxioms by George Gordon Byron
Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.
Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he read more
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd;And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! - Destruction of Sennacherib, The.
