To glean the fallings of the loaded wain.
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Such scattered ears as are not worth your care, }
Your charity, for alms, may safely spare, }
For alms are but the vehicles of prayer. }
My daily bread is literally implored;
I have no barns nor granaries to hoard.
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If Cæsar to his own his hand extends, }
Say which of yours his charity offends; }