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Money's All.

Beauty is Nature's quaint Disguise,
A Covert for the Game we hunt;
Being pinch'd but once or twice it dies,
And leaves behind a slimy
Honour's the pleasing Cheat of Men,
The White that does discover Blots;
Like to the Plague at height, which then
Produceth gawdy purple spots.
Wisdom the Souls grave penury,
Which he that owns dares not be brave;

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But with dull Morals must comply,
Lest the fond Age should call him Knave.
But he whose Wealth ne'er knew a measure,
May be truly termed free;
For while he rules alone in Treasure,
He commands the other three.