Maxioms by John Byrom
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.
For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.
For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.
But who alas! can love and then be wise?
But who alas! can love and then be wise?
A tigress, robb'd of young, a lioness,
Or other interesting beast of prey,
Are similes at hand read more
A tigress, robb'd of young, a lioness,
Or other interesting beast of prey,
Are similes at hand for the distress
Of ladies who cannot have their own way.
