Such men as fortune raises from a mean estate to the highest elevation by way of a joke.
The gods alone know, what kind of wife a man will have.
Some men make money not for the sake of living, but ache In the blindness of greed and live just for their fortune's sake.
The pupil will eclipse his tutor, I warrant.
Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.
Avarice increases with the increasing pile of gold.