foison

The earth did never mean her foizon

For those who crown life’s cup with poison

Of fanatic rage and meaningless revenge—

But for those radiant spirits, who are still

The standard-bearers in the van of Change.

Gon. […]Treaſon, fellony, / Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any Engine / Would I not haue : but Nature ſhould bring forth / Of it owne kinde, all foyzon, all abundance / To feed my innocent people.