John Taylor "The Water Poet"

Fall back upon a name? rest, rot in that?
Not keep it noble, make it nobler? Fools!

Fall back upon a name? rest, rot in that?
Not keep it noble, make it nobler? Fools!

Like a dog he hunts in dreams.

Like a dog he hunts in dreams.

And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
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And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
And makes it a sorrow to be.

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.

For men, at most, differ as heaven and earth;
But women, worst and best, as heaven and hell.

For men, at most, differ as heaven and earth;
But women, worst and best, as heaven and hell.