John Taylor "The Water Poet"

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.

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
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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.

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.

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!