In vain she probeth for her purse,
Whereat the beggars shrewdly curse;
Even so their teeth do felons gnash
That lightly lift her ready cash,
Which he that stealeth stealeth trash.
Oft-times she doth full bravely hold
Her breezy reticule of gold
Within her digits' dainty fold;
As certain maids, I well believe,
Do wear th' affections on their sleeve