There Is No Creature Loves Me; And

[thine] Face Is Not Worth Sunburning.

If You Spend Word For Word With Me, I Shall Make Your Wit Bankrupt.

Come What Sorrow Can, It Cannot Countervail The Exchange Of Joy, That One Short Minute Gives Me In Her Sight

Crowns In My Purse I Have, And Goods At Home, And So Am Come Abroad To See The World.

Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.