Content you with this mummied bread,
Or ease your anguished fast with rain,
Lest grief, that sealed this fountainhead,
Yield you your tears to drink again.
From wells as salt as this, the crock
Can draw but gall for Laban’s daughter;
Lay not your shoulder to this rock,
Good Jacob,this is bitter water.
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