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vv. 1505–1518 To wander masterless, these thine own kin,

And beggared. Neither think of them such sin

As ye all know in me, but let their fate

Touch thee. So young they are, so desolate—

Of all save thee. True man, give me thine hand,

And promise.

If your age could understand,

Children, full many counsels I could give.

But now I leave this one word: Pray to live

As life may suffer you, and find a road

To travel easier than your father trod.

Enough thy heart hath poured its tears; now back into thine house repair.

I dread the house, yet go I must.

Fair season maketh all things fair.

One oath then give me, and I go.

Name it, and I will answer thee.

To cast me from this land.