John Taylor "The Water Poet"

Like a dog he hunts in dreams.

Like a dog he hunts in dreams.

For man is man, and master of his fate.

For man is man, and master of his fate.

As the sweet voice of a bird,
Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,
Moves him read more

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.

Bring in great logs and let them lie
To make a solid core of heat.

Bring in great logs and let them lie
To make a solid core of heat.

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.