Maxioms by John Byrom
My hair is grey, but not with years.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
I love my neighbor as myself,
Myself like him too, by his leave,
Nor to his pleasure, read more
I love my neighbor as myself,
Myself like him too, by his leave,
Nor to his pleasure, power or pelf
Came I to crouch, as I conceive.
Dame Nature doubtless has designed
A man the monarch of his mind.
With good and gentle-humored hearts
I choose to chat where'er I come
Whate'er the subject be that read more
With good and gentle-humored hearts
I choose to chat where'er I come
Whate'er the subject be that starts.
But if I get among the glum
I hold my tongue to tell the truth
And keep my breath to cool my broth.
