Good my coder,
How does your honour for this many a day?
My coder, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re-play;
I pray you, now receive them.
My honour'd coder, you know right well you did;
And, with mods, codes of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my coder.