old! gold! gold!
Good or bad a thousand-fold!
How widely its agencies vary,--
To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,--
As even its minted coins express.
Now stamped with the image of good Queen Bess,
And now of a Bloody Mary.
_Miss Kilmansegg_. T. HOOD.

But all thing, which that shineth as the gold,
Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told.
_Canterbury Tales. Chanones Yemannes Tale_. CHAUCER.

Shame and woe to us, if we our wealth obey;
The horse doth with the horseman run away.
_Imitations of Horace, Bk. I_. A. COWLEY.

You have too much respect upon the world:
They lose it, that do buy it with much care.
_Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

WIFE.

The world well tried--the sweetest thing in life
Is the unclouded welcome of a wife.
_Lady Jane, Canto II_. N.P. WILLIS.

Look through mine eyes with thine. True wife,
Round my true heart thine arms entwine;
My other dearer life in life,
Look through my very soul with thine!
_The Miller's Daughter_. A. TENNYSON.

She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble cares, and delicate fears,
A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
And love, and thought, and joy.
_The Sparrow's Nest_. W. WORDSWORTH.

My latest found,
Heaven's last best gift, my ever new delight.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. V_. MILTON.

She is mine own!
And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
_Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act ii. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

A wife, domestic, good, and pure,
Like snail, should keep within her door;
But not, like snail, with silver track,
Place all her wealth upon her back.
_Good Wives_. W.W. HOW.

How much the wife is dearer than the bride.
_An Irregular Ode_. LORD LYTTELTON.

But earthlier happy is the rose distilled,
Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
_Midsummer Night's Dream, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

To cheer thy sickness, watch thy health,
Partake, but never waste thy wealth,
Or stand with smile unmurmuring by,
And lighten half thy poverty.
_Bride of Abydos, Canto I_. LORD BYRON.

This flour of wifely patience.
_The Clerkes Tale, Pt. V_. CHAUCER.

And mistress of herself, though china fall.
_Moral Essays, Epistle II_. A. POPE.

Time still, as he flies, bri