Maxioms by John Byrom
How sweet the task to shield an absent friend!
I ask but this of mine to--not defend.
How sweet the task to shield an absent friend!
I ask but this of mine to--not defend.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
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.
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
But time strips our illusions of their hue,
And one by one in turn some grand mistake
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But time strips our illusions of their hue,
And one by one in turn some grand mistake
Casts off its bright skin yearly like a snake.
