Maxioms by John Byrom
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.
But who alas! can love and then be wise?
But who alas! can love and then be wise?
My days of love are over: me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
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My days of love are over: me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
Can make the fool of; that they made before:
In fact I must not lead the life I did do.
How the devil is it that fresh features
Have such a charm for us poor human creatures?
How the devil is it that fresh features
Have such a charm for us poor human creatures?
