Nature’s full blessings would be well-dispensed
[In unsuperfluous even proportion],
And she no whit encumbered with her store;
And then the Giver would be better thanked, 775
His praise due paid: for swinish gluttony
Ne’er looks to Heaven amidst his gorgeous feast,
But with besotted base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his Feeder. Shall I go on?
[Or have I said enow?] To him that dares 780
Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words