Who hath not seene them euen with those same wings
Which they haue sometime vsde in fearefull flight,
30 Make warre with him, that climes vnto their nest,
Offring their owne liues in their yongs defence?
For shame my Lord, make them your president,
Were it not pittie that this goodlie boy,
[♦] should lose his birth right through his fathers fault?
35 And long hereafter saie vnto his child,
What my great grandfather and grandsire got,
My carelesse father fondlie gaue awaie?