LAST night my Supper, as I fed, Sufficed not but changed quite My Stomack, & in Secret led It to a Table Compleatly able To satisfie the largest Appetite. What are these Meats & Drinks below, But things as vaine & fraile as Wee? By which We grow indeed, but grow Neerer each day To that Decay Which must consummate our Mortalitie. Wee feed but on these Things, untill Ourselves become fit meat, wherby The Grave her gaping Mouth may fill; Where finallie Our Meats & wee In one Corruption swallowed up must lie. Could any earthly Dainties teach Us how to live indeed, sure I; Could there Devoto turne, & preach For them, & none But them alone, Nor any Doctrine presse, but Gluttonie. I could on silly Womens Zeale Grow fat, & at their Tables end @3Uses@1 & @3Exhortations@1 deale Wherby they might Both Noon & Night Meat & Drink-Offrings on @3GOD BELLY@1 spend. The Reprobates I could Decree To have no Right, but those alone Who Godly are, to all we see Daintie & sweet And fatning Meat; Taking for granted, that my Selfe were One. All Fasting Dayes I could despise And prove a Fryday-Capon were A purer, holyer, Sacrifice Then Abstinence And Penitence, And such vexatious Superstitious geare. But oh! Those Viands onely can The Belly fill; but know not how Indeed to satisfie ye Man. Man's not wt We Heere feeding see; The Soule's ye Man, & that must feed & grow. Unbounded is its Appetite, And boundlesse Diet doth require; Meats of unmeasured delight Which allway fill It full, yet still Leave room for Hungers ever fresh Desire. @3JESU@1, no Diet can suffice, But what Thine, owne Magnificence Provided hath above ye Skies. Thou, who didst make This Hunger, take Some course to stop its burning violence. Long in this weary world have I Trembled & toss'd, & nothing found But husks, which cannot satisfie My hungry Heart: Faine would I part From hence, whence naught but nothing does abound. But if I must not die as yet, Alive do Thou this Hunger keep: By Faith & Hope oh nourish it Till at ye last This long, long Fast By Thy sweet grace an endlesse Feast shall reap. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON HARMOSAN by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH EPIGRAM by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM AT HAWTHORNE'S GRAVE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE TAMER OF STEEDS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |