John Byrom ( 10 of 36 )
For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs,
Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter.
For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs,
Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter.
A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.
A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.
For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
His tact, too, temper'd him from grave to gay,
And taught him when to be reserved or free.
His tact, too, temper'd him from grave to gay,
And taught him when to be reserved or free.
His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.
His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.
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.
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
