"Fine knacks for ladies"
Fine knacks for ladies, cheap choice, brave and new,
Good penny worths, 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.
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 pearls we find.
All others take a sheaf, of me a grain!
Within the pack: pins, points, laces and gloves,
And diverse toys, fitting a country fair;
But my heart lives, where duty serves and loves:
Turtles and twins, court's brood, a heav'nly pair.
Happy the heart that thinks of no removes.