Against a Wittall Broker that set his wife to sale

I See thee sell Swords, Pistols, Clokes, and Gowns,
With Dublets, Slops, & they that pay thee crowns;
Doe, as 'tis reason, beare away the ware,
Which to supply, is thy continuall care.
But thy wiues ware, farre better rate doth hold,
Which vnto sundry chapmen's dayly sold.
Her Fayre lasts all the yeere, and doth not finish,
Nor doth her ware ought lessen, or diminish.