Since all my store seemes to hir penurie[°].
I am not as was Hercules the stout,
That to the seaventh iournie[°] could hould out;
I want those hearbe's and rootes of Indian soile[°],
That strengthen wearie members in their toile[°]—
Druggs and Electuaries of new devise[°],
Doe shunne my purse, that trembles at the price[°].
Sufficeth all I haue, I yeald hir hole[°]
Which, for a poore man, is a princelie dole,
I paie our hostess scott and lott at moste[°],