What money creates, money preserves if thy wealth decays, thy honor dies it is but a slippery happiness which fortunes can give, and frowns can take and not worth the owning which a night's fire can melt, or a rough sea can drown
What money creates, money preserves if thy wealth decays, thy honor dies it is but a slippery happiness which fortunes can give, and frowns can take and not worth the owning which a night's fire can melt, or a rough sea can drown
My soul, what's lighter than a feather Wind. Than wind The fire. And what than fire The Mind. What's lighter than the mind A thought. Than thought This bubble world. What than this bubble Naught.
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