John Taylor "The Water Poet"

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.

Better fed than taught.

Better fed than taught.

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more read more

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.

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.