Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost:

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

To Be Honest, As This World Goes, Is To Be One Man Picked Out Of Ten Thousand.

The Will Is Infinite And The Execution Confin'd, The Desire Is Boundless And The Act A Slave To Limit.

The Liquid Drops Of Tears That You Have Shed Shall Come Again, Transform'd To Orient Pearl, Advantaging Their Loan With Interest Of Ten Times Double Gain Of Happiness.

This Liberty Is All That I Request.