Maxioms by John Byrom
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.
How the devil is it that fresh features
Have such a charm for us poor human creatures?
How the devil is it that fresh features
Have such a charm for us poor human creatures?
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
