Trade it may help, society extend,
  But lures the Pirate, and corrupts the friend: 
  It raises armies in a nation’s aid,
  But bribes a senate, and the land’s betrayed.
Moral Essays, Epistle II.  A. POPE

  The lust of gold succeeds the rage of conquest;
  The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless! 
  The last corruption of degenerate man.
Irene, Act i.  Sc.  I.  DR. S. JOHNSON.

  But in the temple of their hireling hearts
  Gold is a living god, and rules in scorn
  All earthly things but virtue.
Queen Mab, Pt.  V.  P.B.  SHELLEY.

  Gold! gold! gold! gold! 
  Bright and yellow, hard and cold,
  Molten, graven, hammered and rolled;
  Heavy to get, and light to hold;
  Hoarded, bartered, bought, and sold. 
  Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled: 
  Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old
  To the very verge of the churchyard mold;
  Price of many a crime untold: 
  Gold! gold! gold! gold! 
  Good or bad a thousand-fold! 
    How widely its agencies vary,—­
  To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,—­
  As even its minted coins express. 
  Now stamped with the image of good Queen Bess,
    And now of a Bloody Mary.
Miss Kilmansegg.  T. HOOD.

  But all thing, which that shineth as the gold,
  Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told.
Canterbury Tales.  Chanones Yemannes Tale.  CHAUCER.

  Shame and woe to us, if we our wealth obey;
  The horse doth with the horseman run away.
Imitations of Horace, Bk.  I.  A. COWLEY.

  You have too much respect upon the world: 
  They lose it, that do buy it with much care.
Merchant of Venice, Act i.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

WIFE.

  The world well tried—­the sweetest thing in life
  Is the unclouded welcome of a wife.
Lady Jane, Canto II.  N.P.  WILLIS.

  Look through mine eyes with thine.  True wife,
   Round my true heart thine arms entwine;
  My other dearer life in life,
   Look through my very soul with thine!
The Miller’s Daughter.  A. TENNYSON.

  She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
  And humble cares, and delicate fears,
  A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
    And love, and thought, and joy.
The Sparrow’s Nest.  W. WORDSWORTH.

                                   My latest found,
  Heaven’s last best gift, my ever new delight.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  V.  MILTON.

                         She is mine own! 
  And I as rich in having such a jewel
  As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
  The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act ii.  Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

  A wife, domestic, good, and pure,
  Like snail, should keep within her door;
  But not, like snail, with silver track,
  Place all her wealth upon her back.
Good Wives.  W.W.  HOW.