[75]. A man knows not, | if nothing he knows,
That gold oft apes begets;
One man is wealthy | and one is poor,
Yet scorn for him none should know.
[76]. Among Fitjung’s sons | saw I well-stocked folds,—
Now bear they the beggar’s staff; [[44]]
Wealth is as swift | as a winking eye,
Of friends the falsest it is.
[a]77]. Cattle die, | and kinsmen die,
And so one dies one’s self;