Still you recoil, like the chaft Indian plant;
Which fhrinks and curls his bafhful leaves, at the
Approach of man.

Sir W. Davenant's Love and Honour.
Μ Ο Ν Ε Υ.

I could wifh, that ev'ry thing I touch'd might
Turn to gold: this is the finews of war,
And the fweetness of peace. Is it not gold
That makes the chafteft to yield to luft? The
Honefteft to lewdnefs? the wifeft to
Folly? the faithfulleft to deceit ? and

The most holy in heart, to be most hollow of heart
In this word gold, are all the powers of

The gods; the defires of men; the wonders
Of the world

the miracles of nature;

The loofness of fortune; and triumphs of
Time. By gold may you shake the courts of
Other princes, and have your own fettled:
One fpade of gold, undermines fafter than
An hundred mattocks of fteel.

Be thought religious and devout?

Would one

Quantum quifque fuâ nummorum fervat in arcâ,

Tantum habet & fidei!

Religion's balance are golden bags. Defire you virtue?

Quærenda pecunia prima eft, virtus poft

Nummes. The firft ftair of virtue is money.

Doth any thirst after gentry, and wish

To be efteemed beautiful?

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Et genus & formam regina pecunia donat.
King-coin hath a mint to ftamp gentlemen,
And art to make amiablenefs. I deny
Not but love is fweet, and the marrow of
A man's mind; that to conquer kings is the
Quinteffence of the thoughts of kings: why then
Follow both,

Aurea funt verè nunc fæcula, plurimus auro
Venit honos; auro conciliatur amor.

It is a world for gold; honour and love

Are

Mydas determine to tempt the minds of

True fubjects? to draw them from obedience
To treachery, from their allegiance

And oaths, to treason and perjury;
Quid non mortalia pectora cogit

Auri facra fames?

What holes doth not gold bore in mens hearts ?
Such virtue there is in gold, that being
Bred in the barreneft ground, and trodden
Under foot, it mounteth to fit on princes heads.
With gold, Mydas; or with not to be Mydas.
In the council of the gods, was not Anubis
With his long nofe of gold, preferr'd before
Neptune's, whofe ftatue was but brass?
And Efculapius more honour'd for
His golden beard, than Apollo for his
Sweet harmony?

Lilly's Mydas.

Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For loan oft lofeth both itself and friend:
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

Shakespear's Hamlet.
O thou fweet king-killer, and dear divorce
'Twixt nat❜ral fon and fire! thou bright defiler
Of Hymen's pureft bed! thou valiant Mars!
Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer,
Whofe blufh doth thaw the confecrated fnow,
That lies on Dian's lap! thou vifible god

That fould'reft clofe impoffibilities,

Aud mak'it them kifs! that speak'it with ev'ry tongue,

To ev'ry purpose! oh, thou touch of hearts!

Think, thy flave man rebels; and by thy virtue

Set them into confounding odds, that beafts

May have the world in empire.

Shakespear's Timon.

-What's

What is here?

Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold?
No, gods, I am no idle votarift.

Roots, you clear heav'ns! thus much of this will make
Black, white; foul, fair; wrong, right;

Bafe, noble; old, young; coward, valiant.
You gods! why this! what this? you gods! why, this
Will lug your priests and servants from your fides:
Pluck stout mens pillows from below their heads.
This yellow flave

Will knit and break religions; bless th' accurs'd;
Make the hoar leprofy ador'd; place thieves,
And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With fenators on the bench: this is it,

That makes the wappen'd widow wed again;
She, whom the spittle house and ulc'rous fores
Would caft the gorge at, this embalms and spices
To the April day again.

Shakespear's Timon, That I might live alone once with my gold !

O'tis a fweet companion! kind and true!
A man may trust it, when his father cheats him,‍
Brother, or friend, or wife. O wondrous pelf,
That which makes all men falfe, is true itself!

Johnfon bis Cafe is alter'd

1. Come forth ftate and wonder

Of thefe our times, dazzle the vulgar eyes,
And strike the people blind with admiration!

2. Why, that's the end of wealth! thruft riches outward,
And remain beggars within: contemplate nothing,
But the vile fordid things of time, place, money;
And let the noble and the precious go.

Virtue and honefty, hang 'em ; poor thin membranes
Of honour; who respects them ? O, the fates!
How hath all juft true reputation, fall'n;

Since money, this bafe money, 'gan to have any! Johnson's Staple of News.

Thefe

These are the ftars, the minifters of fate;
And man's high wisdom the fuperior pow'r
To which their forces are fubordinate.

Tourneur's Atheist's Tragedy.

1. Pray, fir, what turn'd you Turk?

2. That, for which many their religion,
Moft men their faith, all change their honesty,
Profit; that gilded god, commodity.

Dauborne's Chriftian turn'd Turk.

Oh pow'rful gold; whofe influence doth win
Men, with defire for to engender fin!

Gaffe's Raging Turk.

Money, thou bane of blifs, and fource of woe,

Whence com'ft thou, that thou art fo fresh and fine?

I know thy parentage is base and low :

Man found thee poor and dirty in a mine.

Surely thou did'ft fo little contribute

To this great kingdom, which thou now haft got;
That he was fain, when thou wert deftitute,
To dig thee out of thy dark cave and grot:

Then forcing thee by fire, he made thee bright:
Nay, thou haft got the face of man; for we
Have with our ftamp and feal transferr'd our right:
Thou art the man, and man but drofs to thee.
Man calleth thee his wealth, who made thee rich;
And while he digs out thee, falls in the ditch.

Puiffant gold! red earth at first made man ;
Now it makes villain: this refined clod
Can what nor love, nor time, nor valour can ;
Jove could do more in gold, than in a god.
Destruction furer comes, and rattles louder,
Out of a mine of gold, than one of powder.

Herbert.

Aleyn's Henry VII. Divine money! the foul of all things fublunary; What lawyer's tongue will not be tipt with filver; And will not money with a judge make it

A plain

A plain cafe? does not gouty greatness find
Eafe with aurum palpabile? and he's
A flight phyfician cannot give a golden
Clyfter at a dead lift :-Money, I adore
Thee it comes near the nature of a spirit,
And is fo fubtile, it can creep in at

A cranny; be present at the most inward
Councils, and betray them-Money, it opens
Locks, draws curtains, buys wit, fells honefty,
Keeps courts, fights quarrels, pulls down churches,
And builds alms-houses.

Shirley's Bird in a Cage,
See what money can do: that can change
Mens manners; alter their conditions!
How tempeftuous the flaves are without it.
O thou pow'rful metal! what authority
Is in thee! thou art the key to all mens
Mouths with thee, a man may
:
lock up
the jaws
Of an informer; and without thee, he
Cannot the lips of a lawyer.

Richa Brome's Weeding of Covent-Garden

Gold is of ufe to ev'ry sort of knave;

It helps th' ambitious knave to offices

Th' unjuft contentious knave to others right;
The luftful knave to others wives and daughters;
Then ftrew'd on all the blots of a man's life,
It does not only cover them, but gild them.

Crown's Ambitious Statefman.
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MONOPO

And many ready hands she straight doth find
To aid her deed; of fuch, as could not brook
The length of one man's office in that kind;
Who all th' especial charges undertook,
Rul'd all himfelf; and never had the mind
T'impart a part with other; who would look
To have likewise some honour in their hands,
And griev'd at fuch ingroffing of commands.

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