Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
His essences turn the live air sick.
His essences turn the live air sick.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
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.
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.
Better fed than taught.
Better fed than taught.
