If your Riches are yours, why don't you take them with you to
t'other world?

If your Riches are yours, why don't you take them with you to
t'other world?

The man is mechanically turned, and made for getting. . . . It
was verily prettily said that we read more

The man is mechanically turned, and made for getting. . . . It
was verily prettily said that we may learn the little value of
fortune by the persons on whom Heaven is pleased to bestow it.

If thou art rich, thou'rt poor,
For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'st read more

If thou art rich, thou'rt poor,
For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee.

And to hie him home, at evening's close,
To sweet repast, and calm repose.
. . . read more

And to hie him home, at evening's close,
To sweet repast, and calm repose.
. . . .
From toil we wins his spirits light,
From busy day the peaceful night;
Rich, from the very want of wealth,
In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.

I've been rich and I've been poor; rich is better.

I've been rich and I've been poor; rich is better.

It cannot be repeated too often that the safety of great wealth
with us lies in obedience to the read more

It cannot be repeated too often that the safety of great wealth
with us lies in obedience to the new version of the Old World
axiom--Richesse oblige.

A rich man is either a scoundrel or the heir of a scoundrel.

A rich man is either a scoundrel or the heir of a scoundrel.

Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? for riches
certainly make themselves wings; they fly away read more

Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? for riches
certainly make themselves wings; they fly away as an eagle toward
heaven.

No, he was no such charlatan--
Count de Hoboken Flash-in-the-Pan--
Full of gasconade and bravado,
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No, he was no such charlatan--
Count de Hoboken Flash-in-the-Pan--
Full of gasconade and bravado,
But a regular, rich Don Rataplane,
Santa Claus de la Muscavado,
Senor Grandissimo Bastinado!
His was the rental of half Havana
And all Matanzas; and Santa Ana,
Rich as he was, could hardly hold
A candle to light the mines of gold
Our Cuban owned.