Make ends meet

It is a general custom, too. Practised alike by king and jew.

With that, clasp, chain, and ring, he swept As they were mushrooms; and the

casket, Without one word of thanks, he kept, As if of nuts it were a basket.

Promised reward in heaven, then forth he hied And greatly they were edified.

In unquiet mood Knows neither what she would or should; The trinkets night

and day thinks o'er, On him who brought them, dwells still more.

The darling's sorrow grieves me, bring Another set without delay! The first,

All's to my gentleman child's play!