Maxioms by John Byrom
But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? read more
But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.
With good and gentle-humored hearts
I choose to chat where'er I come
Whate'er the subject be that read more
With good and gentle-humored hearts
I choose to chat where'er I come
Whate'er the subject be that starts.
But if I get among the glum
I hold my tongue to tell the truth
And keep my breath to cool my broth.
As fierce as hell, or fiercer still,
A woman piqued who has her will.
As fierce as hell, or fiercer still,
A woman piqued who has her will.
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.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
