I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

Much learning shows how little mortals know: Much wealth, how little worldlings can enjoy.

Can wealth give happiness? look round and see What gay distress! what splendid misery! Whatever fortunes lavishly can pour, The mind annihilates, and calls for more.

I really appreciate what they're doing. They found the wealth and they're giving something back, too.

Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour? What tho' we wade in Wealth, or soar in Fame? Earth's highest station ends in "Here he lies;" and "Dust to dust" concludes the noblest songs

Those who we strive to benefit Dear to our hearts soon grow to be; I love my Rich, and I admit That they are very good to me. Succor the poor, my sisters,--I While heaven shall still vouchsafe me health Will strive to share and mollify The trials of abounding wealth.