Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
Better fed than taught.
Better fed than taught.
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.
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.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
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Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
Fall back upon a name? rest, rot in that?
Not keep it noble, make it nobler? Fools!
Fall back upon a name? rest, rot in that?
Not keep it noble, make it nobler? Fools!