Maxioms by John Byrom
God bless the King--I mean the faith's defender;
God bless (no harm in blessing) the pretender;
But read more
God bless the King--I mean the faith's defender;
God bless (no harm in blessing) the pretender;
But who the pretender is, or who is King--
God bless us all--that's quite another thing.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
Rose, what is become of thy delicate hue?
And where is the violet's beautiful blue?
Does aught read more
Rose, what is become of thy delicate hue?
And where is the violet's beautiful blue?
Does aught of its sweetness the blossom beguile?
That meadow, those daisies, why do they not smile?
