John Byrom

And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.

And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.

My days of love are over: me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
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My days of love are over: me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
Can make the fool of; that they made before:
In fact I must not lead the life I did do.

Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!

Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!

Famed
For every branch of every science known.

Famed
For every branch of every science known.

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.