Sol 5.6

  1. O master, whose eminence lies below—

    and whom have we, from whose bounty comes a throne?

  2. My plight has brought me into such distress

    that description and portrayal are powerless before it.

  3. Yet my soul would not consent to

    my complaining, until the suit of clothes was denied me.

  4. So look upon me with generosity’s eye—

    upon one who owns neither an upper garment nor a lower.

Sol 5.6