Maxioms by John Byrom
Laughter
Leaves us doubly serious shortly after.
Laughter
Leaves us doubly serious shortly after.
His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.
His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.
For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.
For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
I love my neighbor as myself,
Myself like him too, by his leave,
Nor to his pleasure, read more
I love my neighbor as myself,
Myself like him too, by his leave,
Nor to his pleasure, power or pelf
Came I to crouch, as I conceive.
Dame Nature doubtless has designed
A man the monarch of his mind.
