Maxioms by John Byrom
Famed
For every branch of every science known.
Famed
For every branch of every science known.
But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? read more
But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.
His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.
His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
