Maxioms by John Byrom
Some say, that Seignior Bononchini
Compar'd to Handel's a mere Ninny;
Others aver, to him, that Handel
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Some say, that Seignior Bononchini
Compar'd to Handel's a mere Ninny;
Others aver, to him, that Handel
Is scarcely fit to hold a candle.
Strange! that such high Disputes shou'd be
'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
How sweet the task to shield an absent friend!
I ask but this of mine to--not defend.
How sweet the task to shield an absent friend!
I ask but this of mine to--not defend.
For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.
For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.
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.
His tact, too, temper'd him from grave to gay,
And taught him when to be reserved or free.
His tact, too, temper'd him from grave to gay,
And taught him when to be reserved or free.
