And who can say they don't?
When Worldly takes the gilded pill,
And Dives stands and says "I will,"
And Beauty says "I WONT!"
Sweet Beauty! Sweeter thus by far—
Young Goddess of the silver star,
Divinity capricious!—
Who would not barter wealth and wig,
And pomp and pride and otium dig,
For Youth—when 'plums' weren't worth a fig