Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
Better fed than taught.
Better fed than taught.
As the sweet voice of a bird,
Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,
Moves him read more
As the sweet voice of a bird,
Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,
Moves him to think what kind of bird it is,
That sings so delicately clear, and make
Conjecture of the plumage and the form.
For man is man, and master of his fate.
For man is man, and master of his fate.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more read more
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
