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.
Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eye
We late saw streaming o'er.
Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eye
We late saw streaming o'er.
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.
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
