Maxioms by John Byrom
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?
Famed
For every branch of every science known.
Famed
For every branch of every science known.
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
If that you have a former friend for foe.
If that you have a former friend for foe.
