Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
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.
As the sweet voice of a bird,
Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,
Moves him read more
As the sweet voice of a bird,
Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,
Moves him to think what kind of bird it is,
That sings so delicately clear, and make
Conjecture of the plumage and the form.
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.
For man is man, and master of his fate.
For man is man, and master of his fate.