A shameless monarch to himself’s a curse,
A firebrand to his realm; nay, even worse.
Food in the wilderness by God was sent;
Food without toil, food gratis, without stint.45
Some graceless scoffers out of Moses’ host
Dared to demand the onions, lentils lost.[62]
Such toilless food then ceased to fall from Heaven;
To dig, to sow, to reap, in lieu is given.
Fresh suit, much later, Jesus made; God willed;
Again food rife became; men’s dishes filled.