Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
A poet not in love is out at sea;
He must have a lay-figure.
A poet not in love is out at sea;
He must have a lay-figure.
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed,
So poets live upon the living light.
For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed,
So poets live upon the living light.
Evil and good are God's right hand and left.
Evil and good are God's right hand and left.
