John Taylor "The Water Poet"

But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall,
Dropped off gorged from a read more

But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall,
Dropped off gorged from a scheme which left us flaccid and
drained.

Fill the cup and fill the can,
Have a rouse before the morn;
Every minute dies a read more

Fill the cup and fill the can,
Have a rouse before the morn;
Every minute dies a man,
Every minute one is born.

Bring in great logs and let them lie
To make a solid core of heat.

Bring in great logs and let them lie
To make a solid core of heat.

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.

A simple maiden in her flower
Is worth a hundred coats of arms.

A simple maiden in her flower
Is worth a hundred coats of arms.