A Table Richly Spread

But now I feel I hunger, which declares
Nature hath need of what she asks; yet God
Can satisfy that need some other way,
Though hunger still remain: so it remain
Without this body's wasting, I content me,
And from the sting of Famine fear no harm,
Nor mind it fed with better thoughts that feed,
Mee hung'ring more to do my Father's will.
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