There's Beggary In Love That Can Be

The Poorest Service Is Repaid With Thanks.

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.

One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell Can Hold

Canst Thou Not Minister To A Mind Diseased, Pluck From The Memory A Rooted Sorrow, Raze Out The Written Troubles Of The Brain

The Blood Weeps From My Heart When I Do Shape, In Forms Imaginary, Th' Unguided Days And Rotten Times That You Shall Look Upon When I Am Sleeping With My Ancestors.