PLENTY

SInce Plenty still co-operates with Peace, Plenty shall bless your basket of increase. From whose abundant never exhausted store, You shall receive much more then had before, I'll stuff your Barns up to the throat with grain, Which shall all yours, and others still sustain. I'll fructify the earth with rarest fruits Of sundry shapes, and several kind of suits, So as the Soil (that bears seed timely sown) Under the burden of their weight, shall groan. In all abundance I will rear your Beasts, Which shall maintain your over abounding Feasts, Fish, fowl, herbs, grass, and all things whatsoever, Shall at your door be cheap, and nothing deer I'll sink into the concaues of earth's mould, And there hence pull and cull her purest gold, And then will dive into the Ocean Deeps, To raise the Treasure which their Neptune keeps. I'll fraught your ships with such over-freighting store, That greediness her self shall seek no more. No scarcity shall in your Land be found, As long as I with Nature till your ground. What shall I say? your life-supporting staff, The staff of bred; I'll throw abroad Like chaff. Then see how graciously the Highest hath sent ye Peace, in all fullness, in all fullness Plenty.