 . . It matters
little--tis not a novelty--yet tis not a convenience, neither. . . .
We shall be merry there, little one, never doubt it! Thy troubles will
vanish there, and likewise thy sad distemper--

She loved her husband dearilee, But another man--

These be noble large stitches!--holding the garment up and viewing
it admiringly--they have a grandeur and a majesty that do cause
these small stingy ones of the tailor-man to look mightily paltry and
plebeian--

She loved her husband dearilee, But another man he loved she,--

Marry, tis done--a goodly piece of work, too, and wrought with
expedition.