Wealth stays with us a little moment if at all only our characters are steadfast, not our gold.
Of mortals there is no one who is happy. If wealth flows in upon one, one may be perhaps Luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy.
I care for riches, to make gifts To friends, or lead a sick man back to health With ease and plenty. Else small aid is wealth For daily gladness once a man be done With hunger, rich and poor are all as one.
No one is truly free, they are a slave to wealth, fortune, the law, or other people restraining them from acting according to their will.