I see, the jewel best enamelled Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still That others touch, and often touching will Wear gold; and no man that hath a name, By falsehood and corruption doth it shame.

You have a choice between the natural stability of gold and the honesty and intelligence of the members of government. And with all due respect for those gentlemen, I advise you, as long as the capitalist system lasts, vote for gold.

Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me, Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold; For I have bought it with an hundred blows.

There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murther in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell:.

How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish overcareful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care. Their bones with industry. For this they have engrossed and piled up The cankered heaps of strange-achieved gold; For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sons with arts and martial exercises.

(Portia:) A quarrel ho! already! What's the matter? (Gratiano:) About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring That she did give me, whose posy was For all the world like cutler's poetry Upon a knife--'Love me, and leave me not.'