Please your Grace, from out your store
Give an alms to one that’s poor,
That your mickle may have more.
Black I’m grown for want of meat,
Give me then an ant to eat,
Or the cleft ear of a mouse
Over-sour’d in drink of souce;
Or, sweet lady, reach to me
The abdomen of a bee;
Or commend a cricket’s hip,
Or his huckson, to my scrip;
Give for bread, a little bit
Of a pease that ‘gins to chit,
And my full thanks take for it.
Flour of fuz-balls, that’s too good
For a man in needy-hood;
But the meal of mill-dust can
Well content a craving man;
Any orts the elves refuse
Well will serve the beggar’s use.
But if this may seem too much
For an alms, then give me such
Little bits that nestle there
In the pris’ner’s pannier.
So a blessing light upon
You, and mighty Oberon;
That your plenty last till when
I return your alms again.
(Robert Herrick)
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