English poem
Ix
by Edward Carpenter (1844–1929)
The sun of freedom shines--still, here is gold, Which, after all, surpasses any sun: For without light were nothing to behold, But without this is nothing to be done. Therefore seek first for gold, and therefore shun Unthrifty habits or excessive vice: Honesty’s best policy in the long run, Dishonour ruins credit in a trice, And virtue, being its own reward, thus pays you twice.