Upon T. C. Having the Pox

Troth, Tom, I must confess I much admire
Thy water should find passage through the fire ;
For fire and water never could agree :
These now by nature have some Sympathy :
Sure then his way he forces, for all know
The French ne'er grants a passage to his foe.
If it be so, his valour I must praise.
That being the weaker, yet can force his ways ;
And wish that to his valour he had strength.
That he might drive the fire quite out at length ;
For, troth, as yet the fire gets the day.
For evermore the water runs away.