Mary, like Sarah, now could bake,
Or Isidore, like Abraham, take
The lamb that in its pasture fed,
And honey from its waxen cake,
I know he would his guests invite;—
But whoso ploughs not, it is right
His sufferings the price should pay;—
And how has Isidore a way
Six such to harbour for a night?
And yet he stands forgiven there,