The sea is the native soil to fishes; take fishes from the sea, they take
no joy, nor thrive, but perish straight. So likewise the birds removed from
the air (the abode whereto they were born), the beasts from the earth,
and I from England. Can a lamb take delight to be suckled at the breasts
of a she-wolf? I am a lamb nourished with the milk of wolves, one that,
with the Ethiopians inhabiting over against Meroe, feed on nothing but
scorpions; use is another nature, yet ten times more contentive were
nature restored to the kingdom from whence she is excluded. Believe
me, no air, no bread, no fire, no water doth a man any good out of his
own country. Cold fruits never prosper in a hot soil, nor hot in a cold.
Let no man for any transitory pleasure sell away the inheritance he hath
of breathing in the place where he was born. Get thee home, my young
lad, lay thy bones peaceably in the sepulchre of thy fathers, wax old in
overlooking thy grounds, be at hand to close the eyes of thy kindred.
The devil and I am desperate, he of being restored to heaven, I of
being recalled home.