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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.