Marriage and Money

We mind not now the merits of our kind,
Curious in gold, but to the persons blind.
The Man ne'er minds his love, for money still
Is the base thirsted object of his will.
Upon condition of a promised store,
He'll hug a thing that crawls upon all four.
Bring him an old rich corpse with grim death's head,
He'll swear she's young, and her complexion red,
Of if you could bring one without a face,
He'll praise her conqu'ring eyes, and charming grace.
The Woman too, by such affections led,
Contemns the living, to embrace the dead,
And rather than not covet, basely bold,
Would wed a coffin, were the hinges gold.
Nature's apostate, active youth she scorns,
Will long for oxen, if you gild their horns.
Say he's deformed, has neither eyes nor nose,
Nay nothing to bespeak him man but clothes,
Straight she replies he's rich, so passes down;
There's nothing ugly but a poor baboon.
Thus might she clasp a loathsome toad in bed,
Because he bears a pearl within his head,
And gilded pills, though bitter, may delight
The liquorish lust of wav'ring appetite.
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