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.”