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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.
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.
Infinite riches in a little room.
Infinite riches in a little room.
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.
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can let
alone.
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can let
alone.
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.
I think when you spread the wealth around it's good for everybody.
I think when you spread the wealth around it's good for everybody.
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.
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.
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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.