Call It Orison If Thou Mayest
Thou creative talent
When hast thou taken me to?
To which palace hast thou made my feet grace?
What food hast mine plate been filled with because of thee?
What raiment hast thou adorned my back with?
Which lip hast thou made my name a constant hymn?
Is thy purpose for me hope alone?
Hast thou not any plan to make me
Famous and in good fortune?
Prithee to tell me thy agenda,
For mine eyes look thy way daily
And thy failing have been brought to bear.
Bring me thee, fame and fortune
And give hope and promise thy deserved rest
For if thou obey me not
I shall turn to mine hands for daily bread
And thou shall perish in silence.