He tells old wives' tales much to the point.
The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.
Blind self-love, vanity, lifting aloft her empty head, and indiscretion, prodigal of secrets more transparent than glass, follow close behind.
Gold delights to walk through the very midst of the guard, and to break its way through hard rocks, more powerful in its blow than lightning.
The accumulation of wealth is followed by an increase of care, and by an appetite for more.
Mountains will go into labour, and a silly little mouse will be born.