Willoughby Sayeth

O Miss Josephine o dear, thy chatoyant eyes comb, were thy balter as dainty had I not been such awestruck, an insatiable longing to seek thee, a damsel.

Josephine Sayeth

Quixotic discourse, somewhat more ensorcell, with violin and Balter alter's harmony. I hope your love for the damsel triumphs over your avarice, captain Willoughby.

Willoughby Asketh

What's thy desire? Barren wealth, fool's gold, or trading pennies and dancing for a kiss. Royal English silk fades to countryside linen. Holds
no misery, riven shield.

Josephine Sayeth

For fool's folly even prevails death, so not thy
Wealth and gold. Had I not seen you o poor
Captain, castles and palaces statue would not
Hath been fallen my sight.

Willoughby Sayeth

Hold thy horses, my lady with Solomon's key
Soar not thy thoughts and pride above the cliffs
Of oreb or sinai, i fear they may lose the flight,
And leap in the abyss, now if I may.

Josephine Sayeth

Men's prosperity leads to vanity and remorse, like a serpent eating its own tail. A lore would it be, had i not known thou yet i sow seeds, i wish to reap someday.
© jude