Maxioms by John Byrom
With good and gentle-humored hearts
I choose to chat where'er I come
Whate'er the subject be that read more
With good and gentle-humored hearts
I choose to chat where'er I come
Whate'er the subject be that starts.
But if I get among the glum
I hold my tongue to tell the truth
And keep my breath to cool my broth.
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.
A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.
As fierce as hell, or fiercer still,
A woman piqued who has her will.
As fierce as hell, or fiercer still,
A woman piqued who has her will.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
