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.
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.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more read more
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
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.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
