751 Nothing exists, save wealth, that can Change man of nought to worthy man.

752 Those who have nought all will despise; All raise the wealthy to the skies.

753 Wealth, the lamp unfailing, speeds to every land, Dispersing darkness at its lord's command.

754 Their wealth, who blameless means can use aright, Is source of virtue and of choice delight.

755 Wealth gained by loss of love and grace, Let man cast off from his embrace.

756 Wealth that falls to him as heir, wealth from the kingdom's dues, The spoils of slaughtered foes: these are the royal revenues.

757 'Tis love that kindliness as offspring bears; And wealth as bounteous nurse the infant rears.

758 As one to view the strife of elephants who takes his stand, On hill he's climbed, is he who works with money in his hand.

759 Make money! Foeman's insolence o'er grown To lop away no keener steel is known.

760 Who plenteous store of glorious wealth have gained, By them the other two are easily obtained.