No further debt on me is laid,
Since that is self-same metal coin'd,
Sweet lady, you remain well paid.
For, if my place give me great pleasure,
Having before me Nature's treasure,
In face and eyes unmatchèd being,
You have the same in my hands, seeing
What in your face mine eyes do measure.
Nor think the match unev'nly made,
That of those beams in you do tarry;