Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
Who will think that the gods can be insulted with impunity?
Who will think that the gods can be insulted with impunity?
Our seasons have no fixed returns,
Without our will they come and go;
At noon our sudden read more
Our seasons have no fixed returns,
Without our will they come and go;
At noon our sudden summer burns,
Ere sunset all is snow.
Daily with souls that cringe and plot,
We Sinais climb and know it not.
Daily with souls that cringe and plot,
We Sinais climb and know it not.
Tiny Salmoneus of the air
His mimic bolts the firefly threw.
Tiny Salmoneus of the air
His mimic bolts the firefly threw.
Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.
Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.
