I'm reminded of Ezra Pound's Canto, called Usura. Here's one stanza of it:
USURA
Usura rusteth the chisel It rusteth the craft and the craftsman It gnaweth the thread in the loom None learneth to weave gold in her pattern; Azure hath a canker by usura; cramoisi is unbroidered Emerald findeth no Memling
Usura slayeth the child in the womb It stayeth the young man's courting It hath brought palsey to bed, lyeth between the young bride and her bridegroom
CONTRA NATURAM
They have brought whores for Eleusis Corpses are set to banquet
