SONG III. The Insatiableness of Avarice
Boethius · The Consolation of Philosophy · 43 of 90
SONG III.
The Insatiableness of Avarice.
Though the covetous grown wealthySee his piles of gold rise high;
Though he gather store of treasure
That can never satisfy;
Though with pearls his gorget blazes,
Rarest that the ocean yields;
Though a hundred head of oxen
Travail in his ample fields;
Ne'er shall carking care forsake him
While he draws this vital breath,
And his riches go not with him,
When his eyes are closed in death.
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