Care clings to wealth: the thirst for more Grows as our fortunes grow.
He wears himself out by his labours, and grows old through his love of possessing wealth.
The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the kite the covered hook.
What does not wasting time change! The age of our parents, worse than that of our grandsires, has brought us forth more impious still, and we shall produce a more vicious progeny.
Gold will be slave or master.
Only a stomach that rarely feels hungry scorns common things.