Taking my Penne, with Words to cast my Woe,
Duely to count the summe of all my cares,
I finde, my Griefes innumerable growe,
The reck’nings rise to millions of Despaires,
And thus diuiding of my fatall Houres,
The paiments of my Loue, I read, and crosse,
Substracting, set my Sweets vnto my Sowres,
My Ioyes arrerage leades me to my losse;
And thus mine Eies a debtor to thine Eye,
Which by Extortion gaineth all their lookes,
My heart hath paid such grieuous Vsurie,
That all their Wealth lies in thy beauties Bookes,
And all is Thine which hath been due to Me,
And I a Bankrupt, quite vndone by Thee.