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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. |
