Make instruments to plague us.
816
SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.
817
EMERSON: _Give All to Love._


=Gold.=

Gold; worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murther in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
818
SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

O cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake
The fool throws up his interest in both worlds;
First starved in this, then damn'd in that to come.
819
BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Line 347.

So dear a life your arms enfold,
Whose crying is a cry for gold.
820
TENNYSON: _The Daisy,_ St. 24.