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1655

Momenta desultoria

Constantijn Huygens

LXXXII. TAke heede of that Honor which wealth hath purchased thee, for it is neither lasting, nor thine owne: What money creates, money preserves: If the wealth decayes, the Honor dyes; It is but a slippery happinesse which sortunes can give ,and frowns can take; and not worth the owning which a nights fier can melt, or a rough Sea can drouwne.

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