And
happy always was it for that son
Whose
father for his hoarding went to hell?
I'll
leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;
And
would my father had left me no more!
For
all the rest is held at such a rate
As
brings a thousand-fold more care to keep
Than
in possession any jot of pleasure.
(Henry
VI, Part III, Act 2, Scene 2, lines 889-895)
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Who
would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Since
riches point to misery and contempt?...
My
dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accursed,
Rich,
only to be wretched, thy great fortunes
Are
made thy chief afflictions.
(Timon
of Athens, Act 4, Scene 2, Lines 1641-1642 and 1652-1654)
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Lord,
who would live turmoiled in the court,
And
may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
This
small inheritance my father left me
Contenteth
me, and worth a monarchy.
I
seek not to wax great by others' waning,
Or
gather wealth, I care not, with what envy:
Sufficeth
that I have maintains my state
And
sends the poor well pleased from my gate.
(Henry
VI, Part II, Act 4, Scene 10, Lines 2904-2911)
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