“Ah, wasteful woman, she who may
On her sweet self set her own price,
Knowing man cannot choose but pay,
How has she cheapen'd paradise;
How given for nought her priceless gift,
How spoil'd the bread and spill'd the wine,
Which, spent with due, respective thrift,
Had made brutes men, and men divine.”

— Coventry Patmore

Book I, Canto III, III Unthrift.
The Angel In The House (1854)

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English poet 1823–1896

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