Pregnant again with th'old twins Hope, and Feare, Oft have I askt for thee, both how and where Thou wert, and what my hopes of letters were; As in our streets sly beggers narrowly Watch motions of the givers hand and eye, And evermore conceive some hope thereby. And now thy Almes is given, thy letter'is read, The body risen againe, the which was dead, And thy poore starveling bountifully fed. After this banquet my Soule doth say grace, And praise thee for'it, and zealously imbrace Thy love; though I thinke thy love in this case To be as gluttons, which say 'midst their meat, They love that best of which they most do eat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR DEVIL! by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE |