For many a man is slain
for his riches. And some keep their riches as a thing pleasant and
commodious for their life, take none other pleasure of it in all
their life than as though they bore the key of another man's
coffer. For they are content to live miserably in neediness all
their days, rather than to find it in their heart to diminish their
hoard, they have such a fancy to look thereon. Yea, and some men,
for fear lest thieves should steal it from them, are their own
thieves and steal it from themselves. For they dare not so much as
let it lie where they themselves may look on it, but put it in a
pot and hide it in the ground, and there let it lie safe till they
die--and sometimes seven years thereafter. And if the pot had been
stolen away from that place five years before the man's death, then
all the same five years he lived thereafter, thinking always that
his pot lay safe still, since he never occupied it afterward, what
had he been the poorer?
VINCENT: By my troth, uncle, not one penny, for aught that I
perceive.
IX
ANTHONY: Let us now consider good name, honest estimation, and
honourable fame. For these three things are of their own nature
one, and take their differences in effect only of the manner of the
common speech in diversity of degree.
Pages:
247
248
249
250
251
252
253
254
255
256
257
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269
270
271