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When shall I see my hut, the small abode
Myself did raise, and cover o'er with sod?
Small though it be, a mean and humble cell,
Yet is there room for peace, and me, to dwell. 76

THENOT.
And what enticement charm'd thee, far away,
From thy lov'd home, and led thy heart astray?

COLINET.
A lewd desire strange lands, and swains, to know:
Ah God! that ever I should covet woe. 80
With wandering feet unblest, and fond of fame,
I sought I know not what besides a name.

THENOT.
Or, sooth to say, did'st thou not hither rome
In search of gains more plenty than at home? 84
A rolling stone is, ever, bare of moss;
And, to their cost, green years old proverbs cross.

COLINET.
Small need there was, in random search of gain,
To drive my pining flock athwart the plain, 88
To distant Cam. Fine gain at length, I trow,
To hoard up to myself such deal of woe!
My sheep quite spent, through travel and ill fare,
And, like their keeper, ragged grown and bare, 92

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