Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
For man is man, and master of his fate.
For man is man, and master of his fate.
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.
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.
His essences turn the live air sick.
His essences turn the live air sick.
I sit within a helmless bark.
I sit within a helmless bark.
