“Behold the dawn of golden age, where fortunes rise with the morning sun!”
“On wings of chance, I soar so high, beneath me worlds of riches lie.”
“A prudent heart, a merry soul, together make our fortunes whole.”
“See how the markets swell and rise, like storm clouds in the boundless skies.”
“Masks of silver, hearts of gold, secrets traded, lies are sold.”
“…secrets traded, lies are sold.”
“Oh wretched fate, these stocks do tumble, from lofty heights, to humble jumble.”
“The modest stream with quiet tide, through storms and tempests doth abide.”
“Farewell to gold, farewell to greed, from avarice our hearts are freed.”
“Thus ends our tale of rise and fall, heed well the fortune’s fickle call.”