She prizes not such trifles as these are:
The gifts she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver'd.
SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.
Saints themselves will sometimes be,
Of gifts that cost them nothing, free.
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 495.