Serves them, but love, and my obedience;
So nothing payes my lord, but whats above
The reach of hands, ’tis vertue, and my love.
“For, when as goodnesse doth so overflow,
“The conscience bindes not to restore, but owe:”
Requitall were presumption; and you may
Call mee ungratefull, while I strive to pay.
Nor with a morall lesson doe I shift,
Like one that meant to save a better gift;
Like very poore, or counterfeite poore men,