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.
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Dame Nature gave him comeliness and health,
And Fortune (for a passport) gave him wealth.
Dame Nature gave him comeliness and health,
And Fortune (for a passport) gave him wealth.
Let none admire
That riches grow in hell; that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane.
Let none admire
That riches grow in hell; that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane.
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.
If you can count your money, you don't have a billion dollars.
If you can count your money, you don't have a billion dollars.
What riches give us let us then inquire:
Meat, fire, and clothes. What more? Meat, clothes, and fire.
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What riches give us let us then inquire:
Meat, fire, and clothes. What more? Meat, clothes, and fire.
Is this too little?
Riches, the incentives to evil, are dug out of the earth.
[Lat., Effodiuntur opes irritamenta malorum.]
Riches, the incentives to evil, are dug out of the earth.
[Lat., Effodiuntur opes irritamenta malorum.]
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.
A faithful man shall abound with blessings; but he that maketh
haste to be rich shall not be innocent.
A faithful man shall abound with blessings; but he that maketh
haste to be rich shall not be innocent.
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.
