Classic Poem

Just as with men and women met
In daily usage of the town,
I treat with you, and this forget
In charity, and that set down
Where memory your honour keeps.

And you approach me every day
With an indifferent judgment, count
My virtues from my frailties, weigh
Coldly the motives at the fount
Whence welling every action leaps.

And this the world sees; this it knows
For all the marriage of our wit.
And thus the world divines the shows
Of service, while the pearl of it
Glows in unfathomable deeps.