Maxioms by John Byrom
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.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings,
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings,
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.
Dreading that climax of all earthly ills,
The inflammation of his weekly bills.
Dreading that climax of all earthly ills,
The inflammation of his weekly bills.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
