But there are others who without a thought
Waste bags of gold and lack at last a groat
Wherewith to pay, and then—but when too late—
In tears discover their impoverish’d state;
Whilst, on the other hand, those keeping well in mind—
Economy, will always comfort find;
Their homes their castles—whether small or great—
Are ramparts of defence by day or night,—
No bitter whinings, nor remorseless sighs,
Reproachful twitt’rings o’er invented lies,