And all things that the miser deep
Doth in his darkling locker keep,
To right and left around them lay.
Yea, coins lay there on either hand,
Lay shining in the silver sand;
As plenty in the wide sands lay
As stars along the Milky Way.
And golden coin, and golden cup,
And golden cruse, and golden plate,
And all that great seas swallow up,