Maxioms by John Byrom
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
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.
The point is plain as a pike staff.
The point is plain as a pike staff.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
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.
