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Morgiana in England

by Leigh Hunt

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Drawing the boundary…

Money-Madness

by D. H. Lawrence

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Drawing the boundary…

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Morgiana in England

by Leigh Hunt

Oh, one that I know is a knavish lass, 
Though she looks so sweet and simple; 
Her eyes there are none can safely pass, 
And it's wrong to trust her dimple. 
So taking the jade was by Nature made,
So finished in all fine thieving, 
She'll e'en look away what you wanted to say,
And smile you out of your grieving.

To see her, for instance, go down a dance,
You'd think you sat securely,
There's nothing about her of forward France,
And nothing done over demurely: 
But Lord! she goes with so blithe a repose,
And comes so shapely about you, 
That ere you're aware, with a glance and an air
She whisks your heart from out you.

Money-Madness

by D. H. Lawrence

Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.

And of course, if the multitude is mad
the individual carries his own grain of insanity around with him.

I doubt if any man living hands out a pound note without a pang;
and a real tremor, if he hands out a ten-pound note.

We quail, money makes us quail.
It has got us down, we grovel before it in strange terror.
And no wonder, for money has a fearful cruel power among men.

But it is not money we are so terrified of,
it is the collective money-madness of mankind.
For mankind says with one voice: How much is he worth?
Has he no money? Then let him eat dirt, and go cold.—

And if I have no money, they will give me a little bread
so I do not die,
but they will make me eat dirt with it.
I shall have to eat dirt, I shall have to eat dirt
if I have no money.

It is that that I am frightened of.
And that fear can become a delirium.
It is fear of my money-mad fellow-men.

We must have some money
to save us from eating dirt.

And this is all wrong.

Bread should be free,
shelter should be free,
fire should be free
to all and anybody, all and anybody, all over the world.

We must regain our sanity about money
before we start killing one another about it.
It's one thing or the other.

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