Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
I sit within a helmless bark.
I sit within a helmless bark.
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.
For man is man, and master of his fate.
For man is man, and master of his fate.
God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.
God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.
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.
