Bella gerant alii.

There was once a chest in an old estate, Half-filled with gold, half-lost to fate; Heirs stood ’round with guarded eyes, Inheriting less than they’d idealised.i Still they saw “fortune,” deemed it sure, Though coin by coin, it wore obscure; Through idle whims and trifling greed, Its brilliance waned in weak misdeed. But few, gifted […]