Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.
God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.
As shines the moon in clouded skies,
She in her poor attire was seen.
As shines the moon in clouded skies,
She in her poor attire was seen.
Fall back upon a name? rest, rot in that?
Not keep it noble, make it nobler? Fools!
Fall back upon a name? rest, rot in that?
Not keep it noble, make it nobler? Fools!
Bring in great logs and let them lie
To make a solid core of heat.
Bring in great logs and let them lie
To make a solid core of heat.
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.
