Who'll buy my love-knots?'
All at that sweet cry assembled;
Some laughed, some blushed, and others trembled.
'Here are knots,' said Hymen, taking
Some loose flowers of Love's own making;
'Here are good ones, you may trust 'em,'
(These, of course, found ready custom,)
'Come buy my love-knots,
Come buy my love-knots!