My Saint is dear to me, / Myra herself is she, / She fair and true. / Myra that knows to move / Passions of love with love: / Fortune, Adieu.

Now Thomas Mowbray do I turne to thee, And marke my greeting well: for what I ſpeake, My body ſhall make good vpon this earth, Or my diuine ſoule anſwer it in heauen.

But Vari said very affectionately anyway, Bhai ji, why don't you marry my teachress?

I made the transaction with the vendor as soon as she showed me the pearls.