Maxioms by John Byrom
Some say, compared to Bononcini,
That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny;
Others aver, that he to Handel
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Some say, compared to Bononcini,
That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny;
Others aver, that he to Handel
Is scarcely fit to hold a Candle:
Strange all this difference should be,
'Twixt Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee!
But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
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But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.
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.
Christians awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Saviour of the world was born.
Christians awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Saviour of the world was born.
But thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties; give me a cigar.
But thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties; give me a cigar.
