John Byrom

And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.

And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.

Laughter
Leaves us doubly serious shortly after.

Laughter
Leaves us doubly serious shortly after.

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.

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.

Famed
For every branch of every science known.

Famed
For every branch of every science known.