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.
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.
I sit within a helmless bark.
I sit within a helmless bark.
A lie that is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
A lie that is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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.
