Maxioms by John Byrom
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
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.
Dreading that climax of all earthly ills,
The inflammation of his weekly bills.
Dreading that climax of all earthly ills,
The inflammation of his weekly bills.
