SIR HENRY WOTTON. 



Our sports and life oft contemned are 

 By men that spare 



No cost of time, wealth, life, to gain their end, 

 And often spend 



Them all in hopes some happiness to see 



In what they are not, but they mean to be. 



We will not search for that we may not find 



But dearly bind 

 Our hearts, friend Izaak, in a tighter knot, 



And this our lot 



Here long to live together in repose 

 Till death for us the peaceful scene 



shall close. 



