Within this peaceful humble door
Let thou and I contented dwell!
But say, O whither hast thou rang’d?
Why dost thou blush a crimson hue?
Thy fair complexion’s greatly chang’d:
Why, I can scarce believe ’tis you.
Then tell, my son, O tell me, where
Didst thou contract this sottish dye?
You kept ill company, I fear,
When distant from your parent’s eye.