Maxioms by John Byrom
But thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties; give me a cigar.
But thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties; give me a cigar.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
The point is plain as a pike staff.
The point is plain as a pike staff.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
