Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
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.
God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.
God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.
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.
