But who would rush at a benighted man, and give him two black eyes for >>
My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloo >>
Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold. >>
Gold has worked down from Alexander's time... When something holds goo >>
Gold and silver from the dead turn often into lead. >>
It is much better to have your gold in the hand than in the heart. >>
Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.