This used to be among my prayers - a piece of land not so very large, which would contain a garden
Care clings to wealth: the thirst for more Grows as our fortunes grow.
As shines the moon amid the lesser fires.
People hiss at me, but I applaud myself in my own house, and at the same time contemplate the money in my chest.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.
Busy idleness urges us on.