Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
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.
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.
For man is man, and master of his fate.
For man is man, and master of his fate.
A lie that is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
A lie that is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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.
