Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
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And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
And makes it a sorrow to be.
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.
In robe and crown the king stepped down,
To meet and greet her on her way.
In robe and crown the king stepped down,
To meet and greet her on her way.
He shall find the rugged thistle bursting
Into glossy purples, that outredden
All voluptuous garden roses.
He shall find the rugged thistle bursting
Into glossy purples, that outredden
All voluptuous garden roses.
