Can't you see that I'm only advising you to beg yourself not to be so dumb?

It's the old headpiece that makes a man, the rest is all rubbish.

After all, I was once like you are, but being the right sort I got where I am.

What power has law where only money rules?

So the starry sky turns round like a millstone, always bringing some trouble, and men being born or dying.