Maxioms by John Byrom
How the devil is it that fresh features
Have such a charm for us poor human creatures?
How the devil is it that fresh features
Have such a charm for us poor human creatures?
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
For without transformation
Men become wolves on every slight occasion.
For without transformation
Men become wolves on every slight occasion.
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
