Unless (and I here must the failings unfold
Of the world), all their pockets are stuffed full of gold;
When all other attractions—O thought most distressing!
Are considered no more than the regular blessing
Which the milkman bestows after measuring out
The pale chalk-coloured fluid he carries about.
Yes! sweet temper and truth are of little avail
When proud Wealth takes his seat in the opposite scale.
As the proverb declares, which we all so well know,
That 'tis money alone that the mare makes to go.