William Shakespeare (1564–1616)

From “The Winter’s Tale,” Act IV. Scene 3

LAWN as white as driven snow;

Cypress black as e’er was crow;

Gloves as sweet as damask roses;

Masks for faces, and for noses;

Bugle-bracelet, necklace-amber,

Perfume for a lady’s chamber:

Golden quoifs and stomachers,

For my lads to give their dears;

Pins and poking-sticks of steel,

What maids lack from head to heel:

Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;

Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry:

Come buy.