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HIS DREAME by ROBERT HERRICK

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First Line: I DREAMT, LAST NIGHT, THOU DIDST TRANSFUSE
Last Line: THAT HAS NOT BREAD, AND SOME TO SPARE.
Subject(s): DREAMS; NIGHTMARES;
I dreamt, last night, Thou didst transfuse
Oyle from Thy Jarre, into my creuze;
And powring still, Thy wealthy store,
The vessell full, did then run ore:
Me thought, I did Thy bounty chide,
To see the waste; but 'twas repli'd
By Thee, Deare God, God gives man seed
Oft-times for wast, as for his need.
Then I co'd say, that house is bare,
That has not bread, and some to spare.



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