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.
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!
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.
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.
He shall find the rugged thistle bursting
Into glossy purples, that outredden
All voluptuous garden roses.
He shall find the rugged thistle bursting
Into glossy purples, that outredden
All voluptuous garden roses.
