June 15 to 30

Property

A dog has bones to spare and hide,

Squirrels have nuts in plenty:

Though I own houses, Lord, and work,

Yet still my purse is empty.

A poet with five houses, Lord,

Though but a common sinner,

Should at the least expect in rent

A shilling for his dinner.

But though my houses, Lord, are hens

That lay no eggs for me,

Thou knowest well they never fail

To lay for my Trustee.

Lord, since Thy bounty is for all,

Shall my Trustee, John White,

Be eaten alive by fleas before

A worm can get one bite!