Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
Fill the cup and fill the can,
Have a rouse before the morn;
Every minute dies a read more
Fill the cup and fill the can,
Have a rouse before the morn;
Every minute dies a man,
Every minute one is born.
For man is man, and master of his fate.
For man is man, and master of his fate.
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.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
His essences turn the live air sick.
His essences turn the live air sick.
