Oft Taking Pen In Hand, With Words To Cast My Woes, Beginning To Account The Sum Of All My Cares, I Well Perceiue My Griefe Innumerable Growes, And Still In Reckonings Rise More Millions Of Dispayres. And Thus, Deuiding Of My Fatall Howres, The Payments Of My Loue I Read, And Reading Crosse, And In Substracting Set My Sweets Vnto My Sowres; Th' Average Of My Ioyes Directs Me To My Losse. And Thus Mine Eyes, A Debtor To Thine Eye, Who By Extortion Gaineth All Theyr Lookes, My Hart Hath Payd Such Grieuous Vsury, That All Her Wealth Lyes In Thy Beauties Bookes; And All Is Thine Which Hath Been Due To Mee, And I A Banckrupt, Quite Vndone By Thee.