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.
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.
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.
I sit within a helmless bark.
I sit within a helmless bark.
A simple maiden in her flower
Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
A simple maiden in her flower
Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
