John Taylor "The Water Poet"

God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.

God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.

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.

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.

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!

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.