Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
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.
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.
His essences turn the live air sick.
His essences turn the live air sick.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
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.
