John Taylor "The Water Poet"

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.

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.

For man is man, and master of his fate.

For man is man, and master of his fate.

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.

For men, at most, differ as heaven and earth;
But women, worst and best, as heaven and hell.

For men, at most, differ as heaven and earth;
But women, worst and best, as heaven and hell.