John Taylor "The Water Poet"

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.

Like a dog he hunts in dreams.

Like a dog he hunts in dreams.

As the sweet voice of a bird,
Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,
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As the sweet voice of a bird,
Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,
Moves him to think what kind of bird it is,
That sings so delicately clear, and make
Conjecture of the plumage and the form.

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.

For man is man, and master of his fate.

For man is man, and master of his fate.