Maxioms by John Byrom
I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my read more
I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my vestal vary takes wing.
In conversation avoid the extremes of forwardness and reserve.
In conversation avoid the extremes of forwardness and reserve.
I love my neighbor as myself,
Myself like him too, by his leave,
Nor to his pleasure, read more
I love my neighbor as myself,
Myself like him too, by his leave,
Nor to his pleasure, power or pelf
Came I to crouch, as I conceive.
Dame Nature doubtless has designed
A man the monarch of his mind.
A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.
A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.
