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.
For man is man, and master of his fate.
For man is man, and master of his fate.
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!
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.
God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.
God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.
