Make ends meet

one in distress, And left in pledge for loan my mother lent.

Here by a ribbon hangs a little key! I have a mind to open it and see!

Heavens! only look! what have we here! In all my days ne'er saw I such a

sight! Jewels! which any noble dame might wear, For some high pageant

richly dight! This chain - how would it look on me! These splendid gems,

(She puts them on and steps before the glass.)

Were but the ear - rings only mine! Thus one has quite another air. What

boots it to be young and fair? It doubtless may be very fine; But then, alas,