Charles Dickens,
Barnaby Rudge — Chapter 45
(1841)
“ If we had, chinking in our pockets, but a few specks of that gold which is piled up yonder in the sky, we should be rich for life.’‘We are better as we are,’ returned the widow with a quiet smile. ‘Let us be contented, and we do not want and need not care to have it, though it lay shining at our feet.’‘Ay!’ said Barnaby, resting with crossed arms on his spade, and looking wistfully at the sunset, that’s well enough, mother; but gold’s a good thing to have. ”
