Maxioms by 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.