John Taylor "The Water Poet"

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.

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
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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.

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.

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.

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.