Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My

For Here, I Hope, Begins Our Lasting Joy.

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

Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers Are Unwrung.

You Have Lost No Reputation At All, Unless You Repute Yourself Such A Loser.

I Feel It Gone, Yet Know Not When It Left.