And if not all th’ importunate demand,
The fear of want restrains my ready hand:
- Behold! what sums I to the poor resign,
Sums placed in Heaven’s own book, as well as mine:
Rest then, my spirit! - fastings, prayers, and alms,
Will soon suppress these idly-raised alarms,
And weigh’d against our frailties, set in view
A noble balance in our favour due:
Add that I yearly here affix my name,
Pledge for large payment - not from love of fame,