Fine knacks for ladies cheap, choice, brave, and new, Good pennyworths but money cannot move I keep a fair but for the Fair to view A beggar may be liberal of love. Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true, The heart is true.
Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again; My trifles come as treasures from my mind: It is a precious jewel to be plain; Sometimes in shell the orient's pearls we find Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain! Of me a grain!
Within this pack pins, points, laces and gloves, And divers toys fitting a country fair, But in my heart, where duty serves and loves, Turtles and twins, Court's brood, a heavenly pair. Happy the heart that thinks of no removes.