Ho. Noble, lovely, vertuous Creature, <br />Purposely so fram'd by Nature <br />To enthral your servants wits. <br /> <br />Wo. Time must now unite our hearts: <br />Not for any more deserts, <br />But because (me thinks) it fits. <br /> <br />Ho. Dearest treasure of my thought, <br />And yet wert thou to be bought <br />With my life, thou wert not dear. <br /> <br />Wo. Secret comfort of my mind, <br />Doubt no longer to be kind, <br />But be so and so appear. <br /> <br />Ho. Give me love for love again, <br />Let our loves be clear and plain, <br />Heaven is fairest, when 'tis clearest. <br /> <br />Wo. Lest in clouds, and in differring, <br />We resemble Seamen erring, <br />Farthest off, when we are nearest. <br /> <br />Ho. Thus with numbers interchanged, <br />Wotton's Muse and mine have ranged, <br />Verse and Journey both are spent. <br /> <br />Wo. And if Hoskins chance to say, <br />That we well have spent the day, <br />I, for my part, am content.<br /><br />Sir Henry Wotton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sir-henry-wotton-and-serjeant-hoskins-riding-on-the-way/
