'O, let not e'er this quarrel be averred!

The astounded Gods would laugh at you, if e'er

You should allege a story so absurd

As that a new-born infant forth could fare

Out of his home after a savage herd.

I was born yesterday—my small feet are

Too tender for the roads so hard and rough:—

And if you think that this is not enough,

#absurdity #existential doubt #percy bysshe shelley

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