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I changed Countries new delights to find,
But ah! for pleasure I did find new paine,
Enchanting Pleasure so did Reason blind,
That Fathers love and words I scorn'd as vaine:
For Tables rich, for bed, for following traine
Of carefull servants to observe my Mind,
These Heards I keep my fellows are assign'd,
My Bed's a Rock, and Herbs my Life sustaine.
Now while I famine feele, feare worser harmes,
Father and Lord I turne, thy Love (yet great)
My faults will pardon, pitty mine estate,

This where an aged Oake had spread its Armes
Thought the lost Child, while as the Heards he led,
And pin'd with hunger on wild Acorns fed.