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