Ingratitude Is Monstrous.

Gold--what Can It Not Do, And Undo?

I Have A Soul Of Lead So Stakes Me To The Ground I Cannot Move.

My Soul Is In The Sky.

The Sands Are Number'd That Make Up My Life; Here Must I Stay, And Here My Life Must End.

Foul Deeds Will Rise, Though All The Earth O'erwhelm Them, To Men's Eyes.