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.