Maxioms by John Byrom
But time strips our illusions of their hue,
And one by one in turn some grand mistake
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But time strips our illusions of their hue,
And one by one in turn some grand mistake
Casts off its bright skin yearly like a snake.
Famed
For every branch of every science known.
Famed
For every branch of every science known.
Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
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Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
