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.

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.

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 man is man, and master of his fate.

For man is man, and master of his fate.

In robe and crown the king stepped down,
To meet and greet her on her way.

In robe and crown the king stepped down,
To meet and greet her on her way.