Sweet Teviot! on thy silver tide
    The glaring bale-fires blaze no more;
  No longer steel-clad warriors ride
    Along thy wild and willowed shore.
Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto IV.  SIR W. SCOTT.

  Is it not better, then, to be alone. 
  And love Earth only for its earthly sake? 
  By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone
  Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake...?
Childe Harold, Canto III.  LORD BYRON.

WATERS—­WEALTH.

  You leave us; you will see the Rhine,
    And those fair hills I sailed below,
    When I was there with him; and go
  By summer belts of wheat and vine.
In Memoriam, XCVII.  A. TENNYSON.

  There is a hill beside the silver Thames,
    Shady with birch and beech and odorous pine;
  And brilliant underfoot with thousand gems,
    Steeply the thickets to his floods decline.
There is a Hill beside the Silver Thames.  R.S.  BRIDGES.

  The torrent roared; and we did buffet it
  With lusty sinews, throwing it aside,
  And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
Julius Caesar, Act i.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  That was the River.  It looked cool and deep,
    And as I watched, I felt it slipping past
  As if it smoothly swept along in sleep,
    Gleaning and gliding fast.
A London Idyl.  R. BUCHANAN.

  It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands,
  Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream.
The Nile.  L. HUNT.

WEALTH.

  Here Wisdom calls, “Seek virtue first, be bold;
  As gold to silver, virtue is to gold.” 
  There London’s voice, “Get money, money still,
  And then let Virtue follow if she will.”
Imitations of Horace, Epistle I. Bk.  I.  A. POPE.

  The devil was piqued such saintship to behold,
  And longed to tempt him, like good Job of old;
  For Satan now is wiser than of yore,
  And tempts by making rich, not making poor.
Moral Essays, Epistle III.  A. POPE.

  Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell
  From heaven; for even in heaven his looks and thoughts
  Were always downward bent, admiring more
  The riches of heaven’s pavement, trodden gold,
  Than ought divine or holy else enjoyed
  In vision beatific.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  I.  MILTON.

  Religious, punctual, frugal, and so forth;
  His word would pass for more than he was worth. 
  One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
  An added pudding solemnized the Lord’s. 
  Constant at church and change, his gains were sure,
  His giving Rare, save farthings to the poor.
Moral Essays, Epistle III.  A. POPE.

  Gold begets in brethren hate;
  Gold in families debate;
  Gold does friendship separate;
  Gold does civil wars create.
Anacreontics:  Gold.  A. COWLEY.