The Love Of Money And The Love

The Fox Knowes Much, But More He That Catcheth Him.

Lend Only What You Can Afford To Lose.

Citties Are Taken By The Eares.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

If Thou Do Ill, The Joy Fades, Not The Pains. If Well, The Pain Doth Fade, The Joy Remains.