Maxioms by David Tuvill
Let not our proposal be disregarded on the score of our youth.
Let not our proposal be disregarded on the score of our youth.
And there stalks Discord delighted with her torn mantle.
And there stalks Discord delighted with her torn mantle.
A feeble dart short of its mark.
A feeble dart short of its mark.
Every sound alarms. [A guilty conscience.]
Every sound alarms. [A guilty conscience.]
