Of wisdom, love or beauty, could entice
My homage to the measure of this day.
I have no more to give thee: lo, I have sold
My life, have emptied out my heart, and spent
Whate’er I had; till like a beggar, bold
With nought to lose, I laugh and am content.
A beggar kisses thee; nay love, behold,
I fear not: thou too art in beggarment.
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All earthly beauty hath one cause and proof,