Lady, With Me, With Me Thy Fortune

There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings.

For By His Face Straight Shall You Know His Heart.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks, But I Thank You; And Sure, Dear Friends, My Thanks Are Too Dear A Halfpenny.

Have More Than You Show, Speak Less Than You Know.

From Women's Eyes This Doctrine I Derive: They Sparkle Still The Right Promethean Fire; They Are The Books, The Arts, The Academes, That Show, Contain And Nourish All The World.