John Byrom

Laughter
Leaves us doubly serious shortly after.

Laughter
Leaves us doubly serious shortly after.

My hair is grey, but not with years.

My hair is grey, but not with years.

With more of thanks and less of thought,
I strive to make my matters meet;
To seek read more

With more of thanks and less of thought,
I strive to make my matters meet;
To seek what ancient sages sought,
Physic and food in sour and sweet,
To take what passes in good part,
And keep the hiccups from the heart.

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.

A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.

A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.