Maxioms by John Byrom
The point is plain as a pike staff.
The point is plain as a pike staff.
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eye
We late saw streaming o'er.
Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eye
We late saw streaming o'er.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known read more
Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
