Lost Money Is Bewailed With Deeper Sighs

Integrity Is Praised, And Starves.

There's A Lust In Man, No Charm Can Tame, Of Loudly Publishing Our Neighbor's Shame.

The Smell Of Profit Is Clean And Sweet, Whatever The Source.

Every Man's Credit Is Proportioned To The Money Which He Has In His Chest. [lat., Quantum Quisque Sua Nummorum Condit In Area, Tantum Habet Et Fidei.]

Peace Visits Not The Guilty Mind.