Maxioms by John Byrom
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
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.
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.
But sighs subside, and tears (even widows') shrink,
Like Arno in the summer, to a shallow.
But sighs subside, and tears (even widows') shrink,
Like Arno in the summer, to a shallow.
Famed
For every branch of every science known.
Famed
For every branch of every science known.
