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The use of money is all the advantage there is in having money.
The use of money is all the advantage there is in having money.
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.
'Tis a sort of duty to be rich, that it may be in one's power to do good, riches being read more
'Tis a sort of duty to be rich, that it may be in one's power to do good, riches being another word for power.
Not to be avaricious is money; not to be fond of buying is a
revenue; but to be content read more
Not to be avaricious is money; not to be fond of buying is a
revenue; but to be content with our own is the greatest and most
certain wealth of all.
[Lat., Non esse cupidum, pecunia est; non esse emacem, vectigal
est; contentum vero suis rebus esse, maximae sunt, certissimaeque
divitiae.]
The little sister of the Poor
. . . .
The Poor, and their concerns, she has
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The little sister of the Poor
. . . .
The Poor, and their concerns, she has
Monopolized, because of which
It falls to me to labor as
A Little Brother of the Rich.
There's nothing so comfortable as a small bankroll. A big one is always in danger.
There's nothing so comfortable as a small bankroll. A big one is always in danger.
And to hie him home, at evening's close,
To sweet repast, and calm repose.
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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.
Common sense among men of fortune is rare.
[Lat., Rarus enim ferme sunsus communis in illa
Fortuna.]
Common sense among men of fortune is rare.
[Lat., Rarus enim ferme sunsus communis in illa
Fortuna.]
Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home
Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . read more
Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home
Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . with joy
To see how plump my bags are and my barns.