For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers ap >>
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In a rich man's house there is no place to spit but his face. >>
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hu >>
Let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and m >>
Riches are a stronghold in the imagination of a rich man.