Maxioms by John Byrom
Christians awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Saviour of the world was born.
Christians awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Saviour of the world was born.
Dreading that climax of all earthly ills,
The inflammation of his weekly bills.
Dreading that climax of all earthly ills,
The inflammation of his weekly bills.
Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known read more
Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
