What treasures here do Mammon’s sons behold!
	Yet know that all that glitters is not gold.

Quarles.    

	Mammon led them on—
	Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell
	From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts
	Were always downward bent, admiring more
	The riches of Heaven’s pavement, trodden gold,
	Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed
	In vision, beatific.

Milton.    

	Cursed Mammon be, when he with treasures
	To restless action spurs our fate!
	Cursed when for soft, indulgent leisures,
	He lays for us the pillows straight.

Goethe.