In praise of this most profitable 



worke. 



NO Plant can prosper if it water wants, 

 Nor Herbage flourish in a thirsty soile; 

 But give that Drinke ; with water ply your Plants, 

 And both will yeeld you profit for your toyle. 



Some Grounds yeeld Cellers, wherein Nature putts 

 Her choisest liquers to refresh the Mould ; 

 There, Founts, and Channels, for their Streames, she cuts, 

 To cheere the Grounds where they their course do hold. 



But Natures providence but little bootes, 



Where water runnes at waste along the Land ; 



None giving drinke unto the thirsty Rootes, 



Out of those Cellers, being hard at hand. 

 Then to the Common and the Private weale, 

 How deere is hee that doth this arte reveale ? 



Henry Fletcher. 



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