Biancha, Let Me pay the debt I owe thee for a kisse Thou lend'st to me; And I to thee Will render ten for this: If thou wilt say, Ten will not pay For that so rich a one; Ile cleare the summe, If it will come Unto a Million. By this I guesse, Of happinesse Who has a little measure: He must of right, To th'utmost mite, Make payment for his pleasure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE SHIP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PSALM 84 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A CUCKOO SONG by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |