lost.

We'll find so good a thing as that we have lost? The hourly kindness, the day's common speech. The habitual content of each with each Men neither soul nor body has been crossed.Nor us, my friend, when we are lost, Like to a dew, or melted frost.Oo's there? A man that's too good to be lost you, A man that is 'andled an' made -- A man that will pay what 'e cost you Oo's there?