I saw a pot-bellied fool putting on some expensive clothes while sitting on a fine Arab horse. A bystander asked me: "What do you think of these fine silks on that idiot?"
"It is like bad writing in gold ink. That idiot has no moral qualities of human beings. All his pretences are fake and none is real, all his possessions were acquired dishonestly; he is fit only for a slaughter-house. A person of quality may fall on hard days, but never think his quality is any the less for his being impoverished. A man who makes quick money dishonestly can plate his house in gold, yet no one will forget the base stock he sprang from
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