Maxioms by John Byrom
Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known read more
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.
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.
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings,
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings,
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.
His tact, too, temper'd him from grave to gay,
And taught him when to be reserved or free.
His tact, too, temper'd him from grave to gay,
And taught him when to be reserved or free.
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.
