Chorus.—Love honie yeelds, but never stings.
A TERNARY OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLY SENT TO A LADY
A little saint best fits a little shrine,
A little prop best fits a little vine;
As my small cruse best fits my little wine.
A little seed best fits a little soil,
A little trade best fits a little toil;
As my small jar best fits my little oil.
A little bin best fits a little bread,
A little garland fits a little head;