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 As he one Morning, long before the Dawn, Prick'd through the Forest to dislodge his Prey, Deep in the winding Bosom of a Lawn, With Wood wild-fring'd, he marked a Taper's Ray, That from the beating Rain, and wintry Fray, Did to a lonely Cott his Steps decoy; There, up to earn the Needments of the Day, He found Dame Poverty, nor fair nor coy:

Amid the green-wood Shade this Boy was bred, And grew at last a Knight of muchel Fame, Of active Mind and vigorous , by Name. Earth was his Bed, the Boughs his Roof did frame; He knew no Beverage but the flowing Stream; His tasteful well-earn'd Food the silvan Game, Or the brown Fruit with which the Wood-Lands teem: