John Byrom

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.

Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.

Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.

For no one cares for matrimonial cooings,
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.

For no one cares for matrimonial cooings,
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? read more

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.

Christians awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Saviour of the world was born.

Christians awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Saviour of the world was born.