You see me here, you gods, a poor old man As full of grief as age, wretched in both. If it be you that stir these daughters’ hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely. Touch me with noble anger, And let not women’s weapons, water-drops, Stain my man’s cheeks
CHAZ.SHIELDS over 12 years ago
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man As full of grief as age, wretched in both. If it be you that stir these daughters’ hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely. Touch me with noble anger, And let not women’s weapons, water-drops, Stain my man’s cheeks
robin.axten Premium Member over 12 years ago
Bravo!! Bravo!!
Molly mcgee over 12 years ago
Im so glad this strip started over from the beginning. I came in about two months before it ended. Am liking it more every day