Maxioms by John Byrom
But sighs subside, and tears (even widows') shrink,
Like Arno in the summer, to a shallow.
But sighs subside, and tears (even widows') shrink,
Like Arno in the summer, to a shallow.
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?
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
The point is plain as a pike staff.
The point is plain as a pike staff.
