Cave of Poverty, The - Part 105

O Gold, Possession only seeming fair!
Thou Sun-engendred Plague, unlike thy Sire!
Treasure of Pain! What ever-during Care,
What Doubts, what anxious Fears do'st Thou inspire!
What Crimeful Thoughts provoke, what Snares devise,
How minister to Theft, and foul Surprize!
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