A late metrical composition of Quin...
A late metrical composition of Quintilius from the Etruscan residence I direct the eye out from my solipsistic world onward the solecisms of the others Who are non-existent. The firmament rains Showers of poetry from the said-to-be living, Asses from Heaven, little comfort, no felicity Alone in my aged age I write my Solitudes, Peopl with an
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