He who is greedy is always in want.

Death's dark way Must needs be trodden once, however we pause.

Let me posses what I now have, or even less, so that I may enjoy my remaining days, if Heaven grant any to remain.

He is praised by some, blamed by others.

The mob may hiss me, but I congratulate myself while I contemplate my treasures in their hoard.

Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation.

If you drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will soon find a way back.