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O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.
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?
Wealth is in applications of mind to nature; and the art of getting rich consists not in industry, much less read more
Wealth is in applications of mind to nature; and the art of getting rich consists not in industry, much less in saving, but in a better order, in timeliness, in being at the right spot.
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.
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.]
And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and
sold,
The wealth of read more
And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and
sold,
The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold.
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.
Surplus wealth is a sacred trust which its possessor is bound to administer in his lifetime for the good of read more
Surplus wealth is a sacred trust which its possessor is bound to administer in his lifetime for the good of the community.
For wealth, without contentment, climbs a hill,
To feel those tempests which fly over ditches.
For wealth, without contentment, climbs a hill,
To feel those tempests which fly over ditches.