He who limps is still walking.
Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience treacherous, judgment difficult.
A Dirge Rough Wind, that moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the…
CargoesQuinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,With a cargo of ivory,And apes and peacocks,Sandalwood,…