That here by there I whilome us'd to keep,
All were they lusty as thou didest see,
Be all starved with pine and penury;
Hardly myself escaped thilk pain,
Driven for need to come home again.
HOB. Ah! fon, now by thy loss art taught
That seldom change the better brought:
Content who lives with tried state,
Need fear no change of frowning Fate;
But who will seek for unknown gain,