The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The Dove on silver pinions winged her peaceful way.
Gold and silver like other commodities have an intrinsic value which is not arbitrary but is dependent on their scarcity the quantity of labour bestowed in procuring them and the value of the capital employed in the mines which produce them.