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There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murther in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds read more
There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murther in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell:.
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.
You have a choice between the natural stability of gold and the
honesty and intelligence of the members of read more
You have a choice between the natural stability of gold and the
honesty and intelligence of the members of government. And with
all due respect for those gentlemen, I advise you, as long as the
capitalist system lasts, vote for gold.
Gold gives to the ugliest thing a certain charming air,
For that without it were else a miserable affair.
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Gold gives to the ugliest thing a certain charming air,
For that without it were else a miserable affair.
[Fr., L'or donne aux plus laids certain charme pour plaire,
Et que sans lui le reste est une triste affaire.]
Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away from it all that is read more
Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away from it all that is not gold.
Accursed thirst for gold! what dost thou not compel mortals to
do?
[Lat., Quid non mortalia pectora cogis,
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Accursed thirst for gold! what dost thou not compel mortals to
do?
[Lat., Quid non mortalia pectora cogis,
Auri sacra fames?]
An ass is but an ass, though laden with gold.
An ass is but an ass, though laden with gold.
Truth comes to us from the past, then, like gold washed down from the mountains.
Truth comes to us from the past, then, like gold washed down from the mountains.
