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 What nature wants, commodious gold bestows;
 'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.  
 What nature wants, commodious gold bestows;
 'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows. 
 Gold begets in brethren hate;
 Gold in families debate;
  Gold does friendship separate;
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 Gold begets in brethren hate;
 Gold in families debate;
  Gold does friendship separate;
   Gold does civil wars create. 
 You have a choice between the natural stability of gold and the 
honesty and intelligence of the members of read more 
 You have a choice between the natural stability of gold and the 
honesty and intelligence of the members of government. And with 
all due respect for those gentlemen, I advise you, as long as the 
capitalist system lasts, vote for gold. 
Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
 Truly now is the golden age; the highest honour comes by means of 
gold; by gold love is procured.
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 Truly now is the golden age; the highest honour comes by means of 
gold; by gold love is procured.
 [Lat., Aurea nunc vere sunt saecula; plurimus auto
  Venit honos; auro concilatur amor.] 
 Accursed thirst for gold! what dost thou not compel mortals to 
do?
 [Lat., Quid non mortalia pectora cogis,
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 Accursed thirst for gold! what dost thou not compel mortals to 
do?
 [Lat., Quid non mortalia pectora cogis,
  Auri sacra fames?] 
The man who works for the gold in the job rather than for the money in the pay envelope, is read more
The man who works for the gold in the job rather than for the money in the pay envelope, is the fellow who gets on.
 A thirst for gold,
 The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm
  The meanest hearts.  
 A thirst for gold,
 The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm
  The meanest hearts. 
 (Portia:) A quarrel ho! already! What's the matter?
 (Gratiano:) About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
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 (Portia:) A quarrel ho! already! What's the matter?
 (Gratiano:) About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
  That she did give me, whose posy was
   For all the world like cutler's poetry
    Upon a knife--'Love me, and leave me not.'