A Slow Boat to Purgatory
Think’st thou there are no serpents in the world
But those who slide along the grassy sod,
And sting the luckless foot that presses them?
There are who in the path of social life
Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune’s sun,
And sting the soul.
Joanna Baillie—De Montfort. Act I. Sc. 2. (via ontheborderland)
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