Writing in the incurable itch that possesses many.
Refrain from doing ill; for one all powerful reason, lest our children should copy our misdeeds; we are all too prone to imitate whatever is base and depraved.
To gain a livelihood at the expense of all that makes life worth the having.
One globe seemed all too small for the youthful Alexander.
To keep up as good a cuisine as your father.
The smell of profit is clean and sweet, whatever the source.