But the most foolish and basest of all others are our merchants, to wit such as venture on
everything be it never so dishonest, and manage it no better; who though they lie by no
allowance, swear and forswear, steal, cozen, and cheat, yet shuffle themselves into the first
rank, and all because they have gold rings on their fingers. Nor are they without their flattering
friars that admire them and give them openly the title of honorable, in hopes, no doubt, to
get some small snip of it themselves.
There are also a kind of Pythagoreans with whom all things are so common that if they get
anything under their cloaks, they make no more scruple of carrying it away than if it were their
own by inheritance. There are others too that are only rich in conceit, and while they fancy to
themselves pleasant dreams, conceive that enough to make them happy. Some desire to be
accounted wealthy abroad and are yet ready to starve at home. One makes what haste he can
to set all going, and another rakes it together by right or wrong. This man is ever laboring for
public honors, and another lies sleeping in a chimney corner. A great many undertake endless
suits and outvie one another who shall most enrich the dilatory judge or corrupt advocate. One
is all for innovations and another for some great he-knows-not-what. Another leaves his wife
and children at home and goes to Jerusalem, Rome, or in pilgrimage to St. James's where he has
no business.