"Love rules the camp, the court, the grove--for love Is heaven, and heaven is love:" so sings the bard; 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." So Cash rules Love the ruler, on his own High ground, as virgin Cynthia sways the tides: And as for "Heaven being Love," why not say honey Is wax? Heaven is not Love, 'tis Matrimony. BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (See page 181) Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold?... This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accursed; Make the hoar leprosy adored; place thieves, And give them title, knee and approbation With senators on the bench. The Cave of Mammon (_From "The Faerie Queene"_) BY EDMUND SPENSER (Old English poet, 1552-1599) At last he came unto a gloomy glade Cover'd with boughs and shrubs from heavens light, Whereas he sitting found in secret shade An uncouth, salvage, and uncivile wight, Of griesly hew and fowle ill-favour'd sight; His face with smoke was tand, and eies were bleard, His head and beard with sout were ill bedight, His cole-blacke hands did seem to have ben seard In smythes fire-spitting forge, and nayles like clawes appeard.... And round about him lay on every side Great heapes of gold that never could be spent; Of which some were rude owre, not purifide, Of Mulcibers devouring element; Some others were new driven, and distent Into great ingowes and to wedges square; Some in round plates withouten moniment; But most were stampt, and in their metal bare The antique shapes of kings and kesars straung and rare.... "What secret place," quoth he, "can safely hold So huge a mass, and hide from heavens eie? Or where hast thou thy wonne, that so much gold Thou canst preserve from wrong and robbery?" "Come thou," quoth he, "and see." So by and by Through that black covert he him led, and fownd A darksome way, which no man could descry, That deep descended through the hollow grownd, And was with dread and horror compassèd arownd....