John Wilbye

(7 March 1574 - September 1638 / Brome, Suffolk)

There Is A Jewel - Poem by John Wilbye

There is a jewel, which no Indian mines
Can buy, no chymic art can counterfeit,
It makes men rich in greatest poverty,
Makes water wine; turns wooden cups to gold;
The homely whistle, to sweet music’s strain.
Seldom it comes, to few from Heaven sent,
That much in little, all in nought content.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012

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