Maxioms by John Byrom
His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.
His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
Despair of all recovery spoils longevity,
And makes men's miseries of alarming brevity.
Despair of all recovery spoils longevity,
And makes men's miseries of alarming brevity.
Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known read more
Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
If that you have a former friend for foe.
If that you have a former friend for foe.
