Like them, but not so wise by half;
Theirs was a real golden-calf;
Whilst we, oh shame and sad disgrace!
Must of the calf assume the place;
Not to be worshipped and caressed,
(That were too good for such a beast;)
No, but to give our gold away,
And worship calves of brass and clay;
Who still, the more that we adore,
Our gold and worship claim the more;