As I went down the hill a figure I view
From a gate there you came up the hill
Then we mingle front and back meeting
We met all the day and we did then passing
Through soon I passed what you had missed
Before we met you were what I had passed
Oh my humble defective gazed at a noble ego
Of you, sorrow ordered passion: let it go
Happiness is a fellow who never disappoints
For all matters that heart won’t dispossesses
