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But e'er a month or two was past,
I found myself betrayed,
'Twas self and party after all.
For all the stir they made.
For when I saw the factious knaves
Insult the very throne,
I cursed them all and tun’d my pipe
To John of Badenyon.
What to do next I mused a while,
Still hoping to succeed
I pitched on books for company,
And gravely tried to read
I bought and borrow'd every where,
And studied night and day,
Ne’er mist what dean or doctor wrote.
That happened in my way.
Philosophy I now esteem’d,
The ornament of youth,
And carefully thro’ many a page,
I hunted after truth.
Ten thousand various schemes I tried,
And yet was pleased with none,
I threw them by and tun'd my pipe
To John of Badenyon.
And now ye youngsters every where,
Who want to make a show,
Take heed in time nor vainly hope
For happiness below.
What you may fancy pleasure here,
Is but an empty name.
