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Robert Herrick - The Beggar to Mab, The Queen Fairy
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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.
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