How quickly nature falls into revolt
When gold becomes her object!
For this the foolish overcareful fathers
Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care.
Their bones with industry.
For this they have engrossed and piled up
The cankered heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts and martial exercises.
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That is gold which is worth gold.
That is gold which is worth gold.
I see, the jewel best enamelled
Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still
That others read more
I see, the jewel best enamelled
Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still
That others touch, and often touching will
Wear gold; and no man that hath a name,
By falsehood and corruption doth it shame.
Though wisdom cannot be gotten with gold, still less can it be gotten without it.
Though wisdom cannot be gotten with gold, still less can it be gotten without it.
And yet he hadde "a thombe of gold" pardee.
And yet he hadde "a thombe of gold" pardee.
As every thread of gold is valuable, so is every moment of time
As every thread of gold is valuable, so is every moment of time
Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
The man who works for the gold in the job rather than for the money in the pay envelope, is read more
The man who works for the gold in the job rather than for the money in the pay envelope, is the fellow who gets on.
Don't gain the world and lose your soul, wisdom is better than silver or gold...
Don't gain the world and lose your soul, wisdom is better than silver or gold...
Commerce has set the mark of selfishness,
The signet of its all-enslaving power
Upon a shining ore, read more
Commerce has set the mark of selfishness,
The signet of its all-enslaving power
Upon a shining ore, and called it gold;
Before whose image bow the vulgar great,
The vainly rich, the miserable proud,
The mob of peasants, nobles, priests, and kings,
And with blind feelings reverence the power
That grinds them to the dust of misery.
But in the temple of their hireling hearts
Gold is a living god, and rules in scorn
All earthly things but virtue.
