John Dowland

(1563-1626 / Ireland)

A Pedlar - Poem by John Dowland

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'st pearls we find:--
Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain!
   Of me a grain!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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