"Try it on," she said, "Make sure that it feels right. Check that it's not too loose And not too tight." It felt good, balanced, with a hint of poise. I had a single reservation. "Am I...the first?" I asked. She smiled. "Our quality is high, to be sure. And the provenance of each item pure. Yet for the price you can't expect An entirely new prospect." "Ah," I sighed. I didn't really think it'd be. But still, I held out hope. She saw my sullen look, and said: "I'll give you some advice. If you want something new But can't afford the price Then do as Shakespeare did And let it from inside you sprout. For it costs but a coin to go this route." I smiled at her. And gave her back the word And hurried home And so my voice was heard.