All to dislodge the raven of her nest?
How have I wearied, with many a stroke,
The stately walnut-tree, the while the rest
Under the tree fell all for nuts at strife?
For like to me was liberty and life.
"And for I was in thilk same looser years,
(Whether the Muse so wrought me from my birth,
Or I too much believ'd my shepheard peers,)
Somedele ybent to song and music's mirth,
A good old shepheard, Wrenock was his name,