I Will Not Be Sworn But Love

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks

In Sooth I Know Not Why I Am So Sad. It Wearies Me, You Say It Wearies You; But How I Caught It, Found It, Or Came By It, What Stuff 'tis Made Of, Whereof It Is Born, I Am To Learn.

Full Of Wise Saws And Modern Instances.

Our Holy Lives Must Win A New World's Crown.

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