Gold pure as that of Ophir, both shall rust
Verse 17.
Let him have caskets whose each orient gem
Vies with the walls o' th' new Jerusalem,
Raiment more gorgeous than the lily's hue
When every snowy fold is pearl'd with dew,
He's but the just man's steward all the while;
50The just shall wear the raiment, part the spoil.
Verse 18.
The house he builds, like that o' th' moth, shall be