Maxioms by John Byrom
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.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.
Famed
For every branch of every science known.
Famed
For every branch of every science known.
For without transformation
Men become wolves on every slight occasion.
For without transformation
Men become wolves on every slight occasion.
