When poor, and moneys nowhere can obtain,
Thy love to me is more than th'Indias' gain.
When I am starved for want of daily bread
Thy love doth fill me more than when I'm fed.
When I am thirsty, almost dead, I think
Thy love doth quench me so, ne'er wish for drink.
And when I'm naked, what doth thy love do?
Even feed the hungry, cloth the naked too.
I prithee, do thus with the army all
As thou hast done with their Lord General.
John Gamble
