"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"

"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"

Water which is too pure has no fish

Water which is too pure has no fish

'Tis rushing now adown the spout,
And gushing out below,
Half frantic in its joyousness,
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'Tis rushing now adown the spout,
And gushing out below,
Half frantic in its joyousness,
And wild in eager flow.
The earth is dried and parched with heat,
And it hath long'd to be
Released from out the selfish cloud,
To cool the thirsty tree.

Pure water is the best of gifts that man to man can bring,
But who am I that I read more

Pure water is the best of gifts that man to man can bring,
But who am I that I should have the best of anything?
Let princes revel at the pump, let peers with ponds make free,
Whisky, or wine, or even beer is good enough for me.

How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it,
As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my read more

How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it,
As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips!
Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it,
The brightest that beauty or revelry sips.

With true friends . . . even water drunk together is sweet enough.

With true friends . . . even water drunk together is sweet enough.

The cure for anything is salt water -- sweat, tears, or the sea.

The cure for anything is salt water -- sweat, tears, or the sea.

There is no small pleasure in sweet water.
[Lat., Est in aqua dulci non invidiosa voluptas.]

There is no small pleasure in sweet water.
[Lat., Est in aqua dulci non invidiosa voluptas.]

Stones are hollowed out by the constant dropping of water.

Stones are hollowed out by the constant dropping of water.