Ah, wasteful woman, she who may <br />On her sweet self set her own price, <br />Knowing men cannot choose but pay, <br />How she has cheapen'd paradise; <br />How given for nought her priceless gift, <br />How spoil'd the bread and spill'd the wine, <br />Which, spent with due, respective thrift, <br />Had made brutes men, and men divine.<br /><br />Coventry Patmore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unthrift/
