Maxioms by John Byrom
For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.
For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.
Dreading that climax of all earthly ills,
The inflammation of his weekly bills.
Dreading that climax of all earthly ills,
The inflammation of his weekly bills.
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.
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.
