I had the right vein of sucking up a die twixt the dints of my fingers;
not a crevice in my hand but could swallow a quarter-trey for a need;
in the line of life many a dead lift did there lurk, but it was nothing
towards the maintenance of a family. This Monsieur Capitano eat up
the cream of my earnings, and Crede mihi, res est ingeniosa dare,
any man is a fine fellow as long as he hath any money in his purse.
That money is like the marigold, which opens and shuts with the sun;
if fortune smileth or one be in favour, it floweth; if the evening of
age comes on, or he falls into disgrace, it fadeth and is not to be found.