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.

God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.

God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.

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.

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.

But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall,
Dropped off gorged from a read more

But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall,
Dropped off gorged from a scheme which left us flaccid and
drained.