He Was So Learned That He Could

Remember, That Money Is Of The Prolific, Generating Nature. Money Can Beget Money, And Its Offspring Can Beget More, And So On. Five Shillings Turned Is Six, Turned Again It Is Seven And Threepence, And So On, Till It Becomes A Hundred Pounds. The More There Is Of It, The More It Produces Every Turning, So That The Profits Rise Quicker And Quicker. He That Kills A Breeding Sow, Destroys All Her Offspring To The Thousandth Generation. He That Murders A Crown, Destroys All That It Might Have Produced, Even Scores Of Pounds.

Man Is A Tool-making Animal

If Your Riches Are Yours, Why Don't You Take Them With You To The Other World?

Why Should I Give My Readers Bad Lines Of My Own When Good Ones Of Other People's Are So Plenty?

Who Is Rich? He That Is Content. Who Is That? Nobody.