Money taketh town and wall, <br />Fort and ramp without a blow; <br />Money moves the merchants all, <br />While the tides shall ebb and flow; <br />Money maketh Evil show <br />Like the Good, and Truth like lies: <br />These alone can ne'er bestow <br />Youth, and health, and Paradise. <br /> <br />Money maketh festival, <br />Wine she buys, and beds can strow; <br />Round the necks of captains tall, <br />Money wins them chains to throw, <br />Marches soldiers to and fro, <br />Gaineth ladies with sweet eyes: <br />These alone can ne'er bestow <br />Youth, and health, and Paradise. <br /> <br />Money wins the priest his stall; <br />Money mitres buys, I trow, <br />Red hats for the Cardinal, <br />Abbeys for the novice low; <br />Money maketh sin as snow, <br />Place of penitence supplies: <br />These alone can ne'er bestow <br />Youth, and health, and Paradise.<br /><br />Andrew Lang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballade-of-worldly-wealth/
