Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.
What is aught but as 'tis valued?
Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.
Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.
A very ancient and fish-like smell.