Love or lust makes Man sick, and wine much sicker;

Ambition rends, and gaming gains a loss;

But making money, slowly first, then quicker,

And adding still a little through each cross

(Which will come over things), beats Love or liquor,

The gamester's counter, or the statesman's dross.

O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper,

Which makes bank credit like a bank of vapour.