Money, as it increases, becomes either the master or the slave of ts owner.
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
Joy, grief, desire or fear, whate’er the name The passion bears, its influence is the same; Where things exceed your hope or fall below, You stare, look blank, grow numb from top to toe.
Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation.
Keep clear of courts: a homely life transcends The vaunted bliss of monarchs and their friends.
By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!
Can you restrain your laughter, my friends?
Catch the opportunity while it lasts, and rely not on what the morrow may bring.
Come, let us take a lesson from our forefathers, and enjoy the Christmas holyday.
Mark what and how great blessings flow from a frugal diet; in the first place, thou enjoyest good health.
It is good to labor; it is also good to rest from labor.
God made not pleasures for the rich alone.
Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg, never quits his track.
Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.
Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even a sparing hand.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
A man perfect to the finger tips.
Change but the name, and you are the subject of the story.
Add a sprinkling of folly to your long deliberations.
A dowried wife, friends, beauty, birth, fair fame, These are the gifts of money, heavenly dame: Be but a moneyed man, persuasion tips Your tongue, and Venus settles on your lips.