Thy bread thee eat in mine presence,
Yet offer none that I may feed,
O pauper, as I, thine heart benefits none,
Thou hast been bitter towards me.
Dost not thence hold penance within,
That I giveth to thee poor rehearse,
And care naught of thy thunderous dread,
For I totter forth thro' mine sway.
Hear me! O gracious one; hear...
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