He is wealthy enough, that wanteth not: he is great enough, that is his own master: he is happy enough, that lives to die well. - Joseph Hall

There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be.

A legal thief, a bloodless murderer,
A fiend incarnate, a false usurer.

How easy it is for men to be swollen with admiration of their own strength and glory, and to be lifted up so high as to lose sight both of the ground whence they rose, and the hand that advanced them.