Goddess of Coins

The road to wealth begins with an oath:
A part of all we earn is us to keep.
For foods and havens we pay to live.

Even the goddess of coins knows!

Don't be a fool to pay all but yourself
Don't be a dullard labouring for others
Who veil as farmished friends in need
The part you save is a slave to work for you
Who earns the prolific child to work for you
Both which bring copious profit you crave
Enough for food and charity and penance to God.

Fickle Fate is a vicious goddess of coins
Who brings no stable good except ruins
Upon whom she showers unearned gold.
She makes a wanton spenders who dissipate all,
Left beset by insatiable appetites and desires
Some become misers and hoard their wealth,
Fearing to spend for no ability to replace it.
Are beset by fear of robbers and doom
And lives of emptiness and secret misery.

Turn your money to seed!
Her love with yields you will buy