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.
. . . .
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.