Indeed, says Christ it was right so,
And that my bidding was obey’d,
Woman, he said, I may not cast
The childrens’ bread to dogs like
Although my mercies yet do last,
There’s mercy here but none for thee.
But, loving Lord, may I presume
Poor worm, that I may speak again,
The dogs for hunger were undone,
And of the crumbs they were right fain,