O! who but a fool would e’er venture to take,
For a bride such a trumpery gingerbread cake;
Yet whose humble conceits, without twopence to spare,
Would lead her to think she’s a match for a mayor.
FROM A TRADESMAN TO HIS VALENTINE.
If you’ll my partner be for life,
My Valentine I shall regard;
But you must be a frugal wife,
Because the times are very hard.
I’ll give you what is good I vow,