Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
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.
Let never maiden think, however fair,
She is not fairer in new clothes than old.
Let never maiden think, however fair,
She is not fairer in new clothes than old.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
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.
But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall,
Dropped off gorged from a read more
But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall,
Dropped off gorged from a scheme which left us flaccid and
drained.
