But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate,
When we lock up our read more

But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate,
When we lock up our lives for wealth, the gold key comes too
late.

No good man ever became suddenly rich.
[Lat., Repente dives nemo factus est bonus.]

No good man ever became suddenly rich.
[Lat., Repente dives nemo factus est bonus.]

This is an impressive crowd: the Have's and Have-more's. Some people call you the elites. I call you my base.

This is an impressive crowd: the Have's and Have-more's. Some people call you the elites. I call you my base.

Without a rich heart wealth is an ugly beggar.

Without a rich heart wealth is an ugly beggar.

That they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to
distribute, willing to communicate;
Laying read more

That they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to
distribute, willing to communicate;
Laying up in store for themselves a good foundation against the
time to come, that they may lay hold on eternal life.

Those who we strive to benefit
Dear to our hearts soon grow to be;
I love my read more

Those who we strive to benefit
Dear to our hearts soon grow to be;
I love my Rich, and I admit
That they are very good to me.
Succor the poor, my sisters,--I
While heaven shall still vouchsafe me health
Will strive to share and mollify
The trials of abounding wealth.

Who hath not heard the rich complain
Of surfeits, and corporeal pain?
He barr'd from every use read more

Who hath not heard the rich complain
Of surfeits, and corporeal pain?
He barr'd from every use of wealth,
Envies the ploughman's strength and health.

Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from read more

Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.

The rich man's sons inherits cares;
The bank may break, the factory burn,
A breath may burst read more

The rich man's sons inherits cares;
The bank may break, the factory burn,
A breath may burst his bubble shares,
And soft, white hands could hardly earn
A living that would serve his turn.