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You thought having great wealth made you a great man.
But money keeps you company a little while;
What's firm and lasting is man's nature, not his wealth.
A noble nature is a lifelong friend, and lifts
Life's burdens; wealth makes unjust league with wickedness,
And, flowering a brief season, soon flies out of doors.
From Medea and Other Plays by Euripides, trans. Philip Vellacott, Penguin Classics, first published in 1963.
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