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 the sweet voice of a bird,
Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,
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As the sweet voice of a bird,
Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,
Moves him to think what kind of bird it is,
That sings so delicately clear, and make
Conjecture of the plumage and the form.
His essences turn the live air sick.
His essences turn the live air sick.
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.
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.
