Many Times What Cannot Be

Fortune Favours The Audacious.

The Jewish Usurers Are Fast-rooted Even In The Smallest Villages, And If They Lend Five Gulden They Require A Security Of Six Times As Much. They Charge Interest, Upon Interest, And Upon This Again Interest, So That The Poor Man Loses Everything That He Owns.

The Nearer People Approach Old Age The Closer They Return To A Semblance Of Childhood, Until The Time Comes For Them To Depart This Life, Again Like Children, Neither Tired Of Living Nor Aware Of Death.

They Take Unbelievable Pleasure In The Hideous Blast Of The Hunting Horn And Baying Of The Hounds. Dogs Dung Smells Sweet As Cinnamon To Them.

Picture The Prince, Such As Most Of Them Are Today: A Man Ignorant Of The Law, Well-nigh An Enemy To His People's Advantage, While Intent On His Personal Convenience, A Dedicated Voluptuary, A Hater Of Learning, Freedom And Truth, Without A Thought For The Interests Of His Country, And Measuring Everything In Terms Of His Own Profit And Desires.