Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.
There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
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.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
