Our passage easy, and our prize a friend[99],
Whome there wee did enjoy; and for whose sake,
As for a purer kinde of coyne, men make
Us liberall welcome; with such harmony
As the whole towne had bin his family.
Mine host of the next inne did not repine
That wee preferr’d the Heart, and past his signe:
And where wee lay, the host and th’ hostesse faine
Would shew our love was aym’d at, not their gaine:
The very beggars were s’ ingenious,