Go forth and multiply thy coin Each man must sell his sword and plough for shares Gold shall beget gold Even as the labour of thy neighbour Grows the riches in thine own pocket Let those who toil for thee Work hard from dawn until darkness That thou might be looked upon favorably By thy Master, and by the Holders of Shares Cast aside joy, love and compassion For these are false companions Whose deceptive allure thou must reject Lest thine alms outgrow thine investments Live by these words Spoken truly by the wise men on the street by the wall: Blessed is the man who, by his own struggle and by the struggle of others Gathers finery upon his person Then drives himself into an early grave That he may leave the world wealthy He shall have a splendid tomb erected in his honour So that his memory may be gilded And all may envy him even as his earthly body lies mouldering Indeed, he is doubly blessed For by climbing over the corpses of his fellow man He has conquered Death