John Byrom

My hair is grey, but not with years.

My hair is grey, but not with years.

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.

With good and gentle-humored hearts
I choose to chat where'er I come
Whate'er the subject be that read more

With good and gentle-humored hearts
I choose to chat where'er I come
Whate'er the subject be that starts.
But if I get among the glum
I hold my tongue to tell the truth
And keep my breath to cool my broth.

But thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties; give me a cigar.

But thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties; give me a cigar.

Demons in act, but gods at least in face.

Demons in act, but gods at least in face.