Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
I sit within a helmless bark.
I sit within a helmless bark.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall,
Dropped off gorged from a read more
But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall,
Dropped off gorged from a scheme which left us flaccid and
drained.
Fill the cup and fill the can,
Have a rouse before the morn;
Every minute dies a read more
Fill the cup and fill the can,
Have a rouse before the morn;
Every minute dies a man,
Every minute one is born.
Let never maiden think, however fair,
She is not fairer in new clothes than old.
Let never maiden think, however fair,
She is not fairer in new clothes than old.
