Whereat full oft I smiled, To see how all these three, From boy to man, from man to boy, Would chop and change degree: And musing thus, I think, The case is very strange, That man from wealth, to live in woe, Doth ever seek to change. Thus thoughtful as I lay, I saw my withered skin, How it doth show my dented thews, And eke my toothless chaps, That opes and shuts as I do speak, "The white and hoarish hairs, "Bid thee lay hand, and feel Them hanging on my chin. "Hang up, therefore, the bit Whereat I sighed, and said, "Farewell my wonted joy! Truss up thy pack, and trudge from me, COME live with me, and be my love, To every little boy; "And tell them thus from me, Their time most happy is, If to their time they reason had, To know the truth of this." And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, and hills and fields, And we will sit upon the rocks, |