Love that asketh love again
Finds the barter naught but pain;
Love that giveth in full store
Aye receives as much, and more.
Love exacting nothing back
Never knoweth any lack;
Love compelling Love to pay,
Sees him bankrupt every day. [ Dinah Muloch Craik ]

Gold! gold! in all ages the curse of mankind,
Thy fetters are forged for the soul and the mind.
The limbs may be free as the wings of a bird.
And the mind be the slave of a look and a word.
To gain thee men barter eternity's crown,
Yield honour, affection, and lasting renown. [ Park Benjamin ]