Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
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.
His essences turn the live air sick.
His essences turn the live air sick.
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.
Like summer tempest came her tears:
Sweet my child, I live for thee.
Like summer tempest came her tears:
Sweet my child, I live for thee.
