Maxioms by John Byrom
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
But thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties; give me a cigar.
But thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties; give me a cigar.
A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.
A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.
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.
But scandal's my aversion--I protest
Against all evil speaking, even in jest.
But scandal's my aversion--I protest
Against all evil speaking, even in jest.
