- Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
- And like enough thou know’st thy estimate,
- The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
- My bonds in thee are all determinate.
- For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
- And for that riches where is my deserving?
- The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
- And so my patent back again is swerving.
- Thyself thou gav’st, thy own worth then not knowing,
- Or me to whom thou gav’st it, else mistaking;
- So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
- Comes home again, on better judgement making.
- Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
- In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.