The calm of this untroubled grove?”
Alas! his frailty must be told—
Whang entertain’d a love for gold:
And none, whatever their demerit,
That did of wealth a store inherit,
But gain’d (so strong the dire dominion)
Whang’s reverence, and his best opinion.
“Gold, my dear spouse,” would cry his wife,
“Is call’d an evil of our life.”
“True,” Whang rejoin’d, “the only evil