All along the river are landing stations and stairs,
surviving conspicuously since Chaucer's tales.
Ode to the joy of bear-baiting and drunken affairs.
Ode to the joy of affairs.
All along the Fleet,
one might meet a young man fleeing from charges of parricide.
All along the Fleet,
one might meet a young girl fleeing from a den of men.
An evening at The Rose might admit impediments.
An evening at The Rose might last until the edge of doom.
If Visscher's view had outlasted time,
these last 400 years could serve as a paradigm.