In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm And pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm And pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific.
Money brings honor, friends, conquest, and realms.
The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.
Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assur'd us.
True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd To that bad eminence.
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