Cave of Poverty, The - Part 48

Just were thy Judgment, Heav'n, if Curse, so stange,
Of Phrygian Midas did these Wights surprize;
And ev'ry thing they touch, its Nature change,
Transforming to the Plague they idolize:
Then might the greedy Misers starve indeed,
Or, Estrich -like, on Ingots learn to feed.
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