My lief child.
Daughter, look that thou beware, whatsoever thee betide,
Make not thy husband poor with spending or with pride.
A man must spend as he may that hath but easy good,[[106]]
For as a wren hath veins, men must let her blood.[[107]]
His thrift waxeth thin
That spendeth ere he win,
My lief child.
Borrow not too busily, nor take thine hire first,
This may make the more need, and end by being worst.