And it is solace to my heart
To have so fair a friend.
No better, sweeter boon I pray
Than thy affection—by the way,
Hast thou a stamp to lend?"
"Aye, marry, 'tis my sweet delight
To succor such an honest knight!"
Sir Thompson straight replied.
Field caught the proffered treasure up,
Then tossing off a stirrup-cup