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