Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
For the ProdigalLXIII. William Drummond
I
But, ah! for pleasure I did find new paine:
Enchanting pleasure so did reason blinde,
That father’s loue and words I scorn’d as vaine,
For tables rich, for bed, for following traine
Of careful seruants to observe my minde:
These heards I keep my fellowes are assign’d,
Rocke is my bed, and herbes my life sustaine.
Now while I famine feele, feare worser harmes.
Father and Lord, I turne; thy loue, yet great,
My faults will pardon, pittie mine estate.
Thought the lost childe, while as the heardes he led,
Not far off on the ackornes wilde then fed.