Lest of the meal I'd steal my fill.
But fortune brought me a kind dame,
Who pitied the sad life I led,
She sent me from her table rich
Fresh meat and wine and good white bread.
She gave me all things that I asked,
And something I asked not, as well,
Within Jewessa's arms I wept,
But not for her the salt tears fell.
"Christian, you need not weep," she said,