SaturdayMar 14, 2026
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John Byrom (February 29, 1692 - September 26, 1763) was an English poet.
Thus adorned, the two heroes, 'twixt shoulder and elbow, Shook hands and went to 't; and the word it was bilbow.
Take time enough: all other graces Will soon fill up their proper places.
Bone and Skin, two millers thin, Would starve us all, or near it; But be it known to Skin and Bone That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
The point is plain as a pike-staff.
God bless the King,I mean the faith's defender! God blessno harm in blessingthe Pretender! But who pretender is, or who is king, God bless us all!that 's quite another thing.
Some say, compar'd to Bononcini, That Mynheer Handel 's but a ninny; Others aver that he to Handel Is scarcely fit to hold a candle. Strange all this difference should be 'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
As clear as a whistle.
Think, and be careful what thou art within; For there is sin in the desire of sin; Think, and be thankful, in a different case; For there is grace in the desire of grace.
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