The body, enervated by the excesses of the preceding day, weighs down and prostates the mind also.
HoraceLet this be your wall of brass, to have nothing on your conscience, no guilt to make you turn pale.
HoraceThe body, enervated by the excesses of the preceding day, weighs down and prostates the mind also.
HoraceLet this be your wall of brass, to have nothing on your conscience, no guilt to make you turn pale.
Horace