Across Tempered Grounds pollinate those Seeds
Such with their Fortunes germinate then sprout
That ply when Wishes based upon their Needs
And beg which Meanings on what is About
When Miracles some which Affect the Most
When Morsels by Tongue's Fife-Tempered in-flame
Still promote the Best from Sources for Host
Thus lifting the Yeast which Flavours my Name
And why when Efforts all Decay to Doubt,
Hardly my own Morsels should Understand
To let his Famish your Confide re-spout
And let Supply be its Judge for Demand.
Which Faithfulness credent all his Fine Years
Yet keeping the Values pocket your Tears.
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