partheniasimblr:In the tranquility of a garden, a fountain sings My Soul, my Soul, all disturbed by
partheniasimblr:In the tranquility of a garden, a fountain sings My Soul, my Soul, all disturbed by sorrows inconsolable,Bear up, hold out, meet front-on the many foes that rush on youNow from this side and now that, enduring all such strife up close,Never wavering; and should you win, don’t openly exult,Nor, defeated, throw yourself lamenting in a heap at home,But delight in things that are delightful and, in hard times, grieveNot too much – appreciate the rhythm that controls men’s lives. Archilochus (c. 680–645 BCE) , fragment 128 (French version : HERE) ______________________________Poses by @sws-pose @sim-plyreality @simplymani24 @sciophobis Grade A historical simmer eye candy! -- source link