Classic Poem

To my worthy kinde friend Mr. Isacke Simonds.

Thine out and inside both, seeme such to me
As were I Arthure, thou my knight shouldst be;
And at my Table Round shouldst haue a place,
To shew the worlde how thou sat'st in my grace;
 But sith that can not be, this may and can,
 Play thou the King of Harts, He play thy man,
 But not the knave, though all the worlde we wan.