And breathed on Kings in idleness and Princes drunk with pride;
⁠But for all the wrong he breathed
⁠There was never sword unsheathed,
And the fires he lighted flickered out and died.

Then terribly rose Satan, and he darkened Earth afar,
Till he came on cunning Dives where the money-changers are;
⁠And he saw men pledge their gear
⁠For the gold that buys the spear,
And the helmet and the habergeon of war.

Yea to Dives came the Persian and the Syrian and the Mede—
And their hearts were nothing altered, nor their cunning nor their greed—
⁠And they pledged their flocks and farms
⁠For the king-compelling arms,
And Dives lent according to their need.