Maxioms by John Byrom
Laughter
Leaves us doubly serious shortly after.
Laughter
Leaves us doubly serious shortly after.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
The point is plain as a pike staff.
The point is plain as a pike staff.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.
