John Taylor "The Water Poet"

Let never maiden think, however fair,
She is not fairer in new clothes than old.

Let never maiden think, however fair,
She is not fairer in new clothes than old.

God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.

God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.

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.

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.

His essences turn the live air sick.

His essences turn the live air sick.