To the Lady Rogers, of her vnprofitable sparing

WHen I to you sometimes make friendly motion,
To spend vp your superfluous prouision,
Or sell the same for coyne, or for deuotion,
To make thereof among the poore diuision;
Straight you answere me, halfe in derision,
And bid me speake against your course no more:
For plenty you doe loue, store is no sore.
But ah, such store is enemy to plenty,
You waste for feare to want, I dare assume it:
For, while to sell, spend, giue, you make such dainty,
Keepe corne and cloth, till rat and rot consume it,
Let meat so mould, till muske cannot perfume it,
And by such sparing, seeke to mend such store,
Sore is such store, and God offending sore.