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 An hospital, a church—and leave behind Some dome surmounted by his meagre face; Perhaps he fain would liberate mankind, Even with the very ore that makes them base; Perhaps he would be wealthiest of his nation, Or revel in the joys of calculation

"Love rules the camp, the court, the grove—for love Is heaven, and heaven is love:" so sings the bard; Which it were rather difficult to prove (A thing with poetry in general hard). Perhaps there may be something in "the grove," At least it rhymes to "love"; but I'm prepared To doubt (no less than landlords of their rental) If "courts" and "camps" be quite so sentimental.

But if Love don't, Cash does, and Cash alone: Cash rules the grove, and fells it too besides; Without cash, camps were thin, and courts were none; Without cash, Malthus tells you, "take no brides." So Cash rules Love the ruler, on his own High ground, as virgin Cynthia sways the tides: And as for "Heaven being Love," why not say honey Is wax? Heaven is not Love, 'tis Matrimony.

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Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold? This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accursed; Make the hoar leprosy adored; place thieves, And give them title, knee and approbation With senators on the bench.