Ah, wasteful woman, she who may
On her sweet self set her own price,
Knowing men cannot choose but pay,
How she has 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.
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