John Taylor "The Water Poet"

I sit within a helmless bark.

I sit within a helmless bark.

Let never maiden think, however fair,
She is not fairer in new clothes than old.

Let never maiden think, however fair,
She is not fairer in new clothes than old.

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.

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.