John Byrom

I tell the tale as it was told to me.

I tell the tale as it was told to me.

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.

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.

As fierce as hell, or fiercer still,
A woman piqued who has her will.

As fierce as hell, or fiercer still,
A woman piqued who has her will.

My days of love are over: me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
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My days of love are over: me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
Can make the fool of; that they made before:
In fact I must not lead the life I did do.