"Yet so, thank God, it is.

See, here's a copy of the verses she had lately," and he flung me the paper.

I glanced over it and saw much about "dazzling ice," "unmelting snow," "Venus," "Diana," and so forth.
"It seems sad stuff, my lord," said I.
"Why, yes," he laughed; "but it is by a gentle man of repute.

Take care you write none worse, Simon." "Shall I have the honour of waiting on Mistress Barbara, my lord ?" I asked.
"As to that, Simon, we will see when you come.

Yes, we must see what company you keep.