The theme today is Gold. Gold as a metal has little useful purpose. It does not corrode, so it is useful in certain applications, such as filling teeth and in certain electronics. In truth though, you can easily find a cheaper substitute.
Gold is valuable because of its symbology and rarity. In terms of Symbology Gold is an enduring and pure element. A person who is described as “gold” is pure and good, as in the Spandau Ballet song.
Tolkien describes Aragorn as Gold that does not glitter. A true element disguised as something base.
This is a reversal of the Shakespeare quote from the Merchant of Venice. All that Glisters is not gold, do not be swayed by the surface of a thing, look deep for the “true gold”.
Frost also contrasts the enduring power of metal gold with the ephemeral quality of youth, natures first green.
Finally, Carlyle supports the idea of “concealed worth” by labeling Silence as Golden, Words are Silver, in contrast to the commonly held tenet of the “Golden Tongue”.
Pardon how rough these thought are, this is a rush job.
Firstly here is “Gold” by Spandau Ballet:
Merchant of Venice Act II – Scene VII: by William Shakespeare
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgement old
Your answer had not been inscroll’d
Fare you well, your suit is cold.
All that is Gold does not glitter: by J.R.R. Tolkien
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
Nothing gold can stay: by Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Silence is Golden; by Thomas Carlyle
Speech is too often not, as the Frenchman defined it, the art of concealing Thought;
but of quite stifling and suspending Thought, so that there is none to conceal.
Speech too is great, but not the greatest.
As the Swiss Inscription says: Sprecfien ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden (Speech is silvern, Silence is golden);
or as I might rather express it: Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.