John Taylor "The Water Poet" ( 10 of 21 )
Fall back upon a name? rest, rot in that?
Not keep it noble, make it nobler? Fools!
Fall back upon a name? rest, rot in that?
Not keep it noble, make it nobler? Fools!
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
I sit within a helmless bark.
I sit within a helmless bark.
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.
God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.
God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.
His essences turn the live air sick.
His essences turn the live air sick.
And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
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And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
And makes it a sorrow to be.
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 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.
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.
