“Ah, wasteful woman, she who may On her sweet self set her own price, Knowing man cannot choose but pay, How has she cheapened paradise; How given for nought her priceless gift, How spoiled the bread and spilled the wine, Which, spent with due respective thrift, Had made brutes men and men divine.”
Quote by Coventry Patmore
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Poems: The angel in the house. The victories of love
This volume compiles a selection of poems that delve into the complexities and triumphs of love within the confines of the home. more
