moriensque

Updated: July 7, 2026

"My affairs," said the Archbishop, slowly, "are what might be called in nubibus cloudy, my dear boy, distinctly cloudy. I am, to adopt a homely simile, at present under a neighbor's umbrella, which is not as sound as it might be. Behold me, none the less, in that state of content to which the poet Horace has happily referred nec vixit male qui natus moriensque fefellit.

Sir Max Pemberton - Aladdin of London : or, Lodestar