“Go to! Ye speak as with the beak of a parrot, and with the understanding of a babe! Are ye studied in books and know not the proverb, ‘A golden snare will catch the wildest hare?’
“Do not your stacks dot the vale below like an Egyptian camp? Are not your tanks brimming with wine and your cribs grinning with corn?
“Do not your cattle graze upon an hundred hills? and your industrious laborers follow in the furrow? And are ye still afeared? Oh, ye of doubting mind!
“Go, get thee to thy chest and take to thyself suitable coin, and hasten to that great city by the sea—whose churches point to heaven, but whose people bow to gold.
“There sojourn for a season, and make no delay in adorning thyself with precious stones.
“Put diamonds upon thy bosom and rings upon thy fingers, and be zealous to stand in the hall-ways and in the market-places, and in the houses of exchange.
“Seek to be observed of the people, and take heed that ye look upon all men as being thy servants.
“And let thy wealth be noised abroad.
“Then shall rise up in the house of mourning the widow of a month, and dry her weeping eyes.
“Then shall the maid of many summers lay aside her pets, to readjust her charms, and disinter her smiles.