130. Kissing Usury
Biancha, letMe pay the debtI owe thee for a kissThou lend’st to me;And I to theeWill render ten for this.
If thou wilt say,Ten will not payFor that so rich a one;I’ll clear the sum,If it will comeUnto a million.
He must of right,To th’ utmost mite,Make payment for his pleasure,(By this I guess)Of happinessWho has a little measure.