That his honor refused, or his heart gave away.
Let us look no more to the stores of the seas,
To the isles of the sun or the bright Caribbees—
Let us envy no more the rich galleons of Spain,
’Tis only the gold that does good that is gain.
The wealth that avarice seeks to find
Is like the gold of the “Golden Hinde;”
Chink, chink, chink, chink; who it commands
Will stand at last with empty hands—
’Tis fool’s gold all!’”