<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345226" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Invective Against Gold</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OF all the Poisons that the fruitful Earth<br>E'er yet brought forth, or Monsters she gave Birth, <br>Nought to Mankind has e'er so fatal been, <br>As thou, accursed Gold, their Care and Sin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Methinks I the Advent'rous Merchant see, <br>Ploughing the faithless Seas, in search of thee, <br>His dearest Wife and Children left behind, <br>(His real Wealth) while he, a Slave to th' Wind, <br>Sometimes becalm'd, the Shore with longing Eyes<br>Wishes to see, and what he wishes, Spies: <br>For a rude Tempest wakes him from his Dream, <br>And Strands his Bark by a more sad Extream. <br>Thus, hopless Wretch, is his whole Life-time spent, <br>And though thrice Wreck't, 's no Wiser than he went. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Again, I see, the Heavenly Fair despis'd, <br>A Hagg like Hell, with Gold, more highly priz'd; <br>Mens Faith betray'd, their Prince and Country Sold, <br>Their God deny'd, all for the Idol Gold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Unhappy Wretch, who first found out the Oar, <br>What kind of Vengeance rests for thee in store?<br>If Nebats Son, that Israel led astray, <br>Meet a severe Reward at the last Day? <br>Some strange unheard-of Judgement thou wilt find, <br>Who thus hast caus'd to Sin all Humane Kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Killigrew">Anne Killigrew</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345226" data-title="An Invective Against Gold de Anne Killigrew" data-description="OF all the Poisons that the fruitful Earth E'er yet brought forth, or Monsters she gave Birth, Nought to Mankind has e'er so fatal been, As thou, accursed Gold, their Care and Sin. Methinks I the Advent'rous Merchant see, Ploughing the faithl..."></div> </div> </div>

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