All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted |
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 | All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet |  |
Moreouer, Hempseed hath this vertue rare
In making bad ground good, good corne to beare,
It fats the earth, and makes it to excell
No dung, or marle or mucke can do't so well:
For in that Land which beares this happy seed
In three yeares after it no dung will need,
But sow that ground with barley, wheat, or rye
And still it will encrease aboundantly;
Besides, this much I of my knowledge know
That where Hemp growes, no stinking weed can grow,
No cockle, darnell, henbane, tare, or nettle
Neere where it is can prosper, spring, or settle,
For such antipathy is in this seed,
Against each fruitlesse vndeseruing weed,
That it with feare and terror strikes them dead,
Or makes them that they dare not shew their head.
And as in growing it all weeds doth kill
So being growne, it keepes it nature still,
For good mens vses serues, & still releiues
And yeelds good whips and ropes for rogues and theeues.
I could rehearse of trades a number more
Which but for Hempseed quickly would grow poore;
In making bad ground good, good corne to beare,
It fats the earth, and makes it to excell
No dung, or marle or mucke can do't so well:
For in that Land which beares this happy seed
In three yeares after it no dung will need,
But sow that ground with barley, wheat, or rye
And still it will encrease aboundantly;
Besides, this much I of my knowledge know
That where Hemp growes, no stinking weed can grow,
No cockle, darnell, henbane, tare, or nettle
Neere where it is can prosper, spring, or settle,
For such antipathy is in this seed,
Against each fruitlesse vndeseruing weed,
That it with feare and terror strikes them dead,
Or makes them that they dare not shew their head.
And as in growing it all weeds doth kill
So being growne, it keepes it nature still,
For good mens vses serues, & still releiues
And yeelds good whips and ropes for rogues and theeues.
I could rehearse of trades a number more
Which but for Hempseed quickly would grow poore;
| All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet | |