Maxioms by John Byrom
For without transformation
Men become wolves on every slight occasion.
For without transformation
Men become wolves on every slight occasion.
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.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.
His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.
