Maxioms by John Byrom
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
How sweet the task to shield an absent friend!
I ask but this of mine to--not defend.
How sweet the task to shield an absent friend!
I ask but this of mine to--not defend.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs,
Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter.
For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs,
Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter.
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.
