John Byrom

For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs,
Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter.

For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs,
Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter.

My hair is grey, but not with years.

My hair is grey, but not with years.

I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my read more

I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my vestal vary takes wing.

For no one cares for matrimonial cooings,
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.

For no one cares for matrimonial cooings,
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.

For without transformation
Men become wolves on every slight occasion.

For without transformation
Men become wolves on every slight occasion.