To Mammons bond-slaves

Neare Sicily lyes Sea-girt Strombolo,
That seemes to strive with Aetna, which should throw
Most flames, and loudest roare: which when sometime
Our Merchant Gresham did with Saylers climbe,
These words they heard, (while feare their flesh be-
Dispatch, dispatch, the rich Antonio comes: (numbes)
When one so named, (as they after found)
Whose Chests with coyne and curses did abound,
Yet gap'd for Gold still, at Palermo dy'd.
Was not this Mammons voyce, that did provide
To entertaine that Guest? what thinke ye, friends?
If so, then worldlings, hasten to such ends
Through Bills and Bonds, that at your wisht repaire
You with your golden god may richly share,
Where your intreasur'd hearts may nere be cold
For feare of want, but swimme in molten gold.