Yea, seven are beyond my grasp:
The starry sky, the moral law,
The weaving worm, the leaping asp,
The growth of seeds, the flight of birds,
And clear-eyed Homer’s wingèd words.
Tam multa, ut puta genera linguarum sunt in hoc mundo: et nihil sine voce est.
Okay, I guess it's more of a "thought," singular.
2 comments:
That's good. I Kan't figure out where the third line came from.
I don’t know what you’re talking about. I chose that line for purely practical reasons.
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