The time or their life
I saw a man
He danced with his wife
In Chicago, my home town.
Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse;
Sharp Boreas blows, and nature feels decay,
Time conquers all, and we must time obey.
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z
featuring 2 fonts
HEX: #30333A
RGB: 48 51 58
RGB: 48 51 58
HEX: #464E59
RGB: 70 78 89
RGB: 70 78 89
HEX: #7F9CAE
RGB: 127 156 174
RGB: 127 156 174
HEX: #B3D2E6
RGB: 179 210 230
RGB: 179 210 230
HEX: #C7DEEC
RGB: 199 222 236
RGB: 199 222 236
Chattering his teeth for cold that did him chill;
Whilst on his hoary beard his breath did freese,
And the dull drops, that from his purpled bill
As from a limebeck did adown distill:
In his right hand a tipped staffe he held,
With which his feeble steps he stayed still;
For he was faint with cold, and weak with eld;
That scarce his loosed limbes he hable was to weld.