Maxioms by John Byrom
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.
His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.
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.
The point is plain as a pike staff.
The point is plain as a pike staff.
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.
