John Taylor was an English poet who dubbed himself "The Water Poet".
He was born in Gloucester, 24 August 1578.
After his waterman apprenticeship he served (1596) in Essex's fleet, and was present at Flores in 1597 and at the siege of Cadiz.
He spent much of his life as a Thames waterman, a member of the guild of boatmen that ferried passengers across the River Thames in London, in the days when the London Bridge was the only passage between the banks. He became a member of the ruling oligarchy of the guild, serving as its clerk; it is mainly through his writings that history is familiar with the watermen's disputes of 1641–42, ... more »
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John Taylor Poems
The Prayse Of The Needle
To all dispersed sorts of arts and trades I write the needles prayse (that never fades). So long as children shall be got or borne, So long as garments shall be made or worne,
The Description Of Tyburn
I Have heard sundry men oft times dispute Of trees, that in one year will twice bear fruit. But if a man note Tyburn, 'will appear, That that's a tree that bears twelve times a year.
The Olde, Olde, very Olde Man; or The Ag...
Good wholesome labour was his exercise, Down with the lamb, and with the lark would rise: In mire and toiling sweat he spent the day,
In Praise of the Hemp-Seed
Tis paper (being printed) doth reveale Th' Eternall testament of all our weale: In paper is recorded the records Of the Great all-Creating Lord of Lords.
From 'The Severall Seiges, Assaults, Sac...
The Justice, Mercy, and the Might, I sing, Of heav'ns iust, merciful, Almighty King; By whose fore-knowledge all things were elected, Whose power hath all things made & al protected,
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The Prayse Of The Needle
To all dispersed sorts of arts and trades
I write the needles prayse (that never fades).
So long as children shall be got or borne,
So long as garments shall be made or worne,
So long as hemp or flax, or sheep shall bear
Their linen woolen fleeces yeare by yeare,
So long as silk-wormes, with exhausted spoile,
Of their own entrails for man's gaine shall toyle,
Yea till the world be quite dissolv'd and past,
So long at least, the needles' use shall last.