Loving Sister: every line <br />Of your last letter was so fine <br />With the best mettle, that the grayne <br />Of Scrivener's pindust were but vayne: <br />The touch of Gold did sure instill <br />Some vertue more than did the Quill. <br />And since you write noe cleanly hand <br />Your token bids mee understand <br />Mine eyes have here a remedy <br />Wherby to reade more easily. <br />I doe but jeast: your love alone <br />Is my interpretation: <br />My words I will recant, and sweare <br />I know your hand is wondrous faire.<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-his-sister/
