Which it were rather difficult to prove
(A thing with poetry in general hard).
Perhaps there may be something in “the grove,”
At least it rhymes to “love”; but I’m prepared
To doubt (no less than landlords of their rental)
If “courts” and “camps” be quite so sentimental.
But if Love don’t, Cash does, and Cash alone:
Cash rules the grove, and fells it too besides;
Without cash, camps were thin, and courts were none;
Without cash, Malthus tells you, “take no brides.”