Avarice increases with the increasing pile of gold.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem on others.
Drooping along the ground the vine misses its widowed elm.
Peace visits not the guilty mind.
Let the straight-limbed laugh at the club-footed, the white skinned at the blackamoor.
To gain a livelihood at the expense of all that makes life worth the having.