It is extraordinary how many emotional storms one may weather in safety if one is ballasted with ever so little gold. And gold but sent to keep the fools in play, For some to heap, and some to throw away. The ring so worn, as you behold, So thin, so pale, is yet of gold. Fools worship mules that carry gold. I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold.
Gold dust blinds all eyes.
We live by the gold for which other men die. Though wisdom cannot be gotten for gold, still less can it be gotten without it. When gold argues the cause, eloquence is important. Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, But gold that's put to use more gold begets. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen.