I trust no rich man who is officiously kind to a poor man.
[Lat., Nemini credo, qui large blandus read more

I trust no rich man who is officiously kind to a poor man.
[Lat., Nemini credo, qui large blandus est dives pauperi.]

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.

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?

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.]

Superfluous wealth can buy superfluities only.

Superfluous wealth can buy superfluities only.

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.

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.

If you have much, give of your wealth; if you have little, give of your heart.

If you have much, give of your wealth; if you have little, give of your heart.

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.