A Thirst For Gold, The Beggar's Vice,

Here's A Sigh To Those Who Love Me,and A Smile To Those Who Hate;and, Whatever Sky's Above Me,here's A Heart For Every Fate.

A Sort Of Hostile Transaction, Very Necessary To Keep The World Going, But By No Means A Sinecure To The Parties Concerned.

Sighing That Nature Formed But One Such Man, And Broke The Die.

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.

So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I Think I Must Take Up With Avarice.