Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.
'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.
I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
