The man was a drunkard, and all the riches of Egypt would never have made him better off.
And here, gentlemen of the lower classes, a word with you.

How can you, with your small incomes, hope to be well off, if you are more extravagant than those who have large ones?
"Us extravagant ?" you reply.
Yes! your income is ten shillings a week; out of that you spend three shillings in drink; ay! you, the sober ones.

You can't afford it, my boys.

Find me a man whose income is a thousand a year; well, if he imitates you, and spends three hundred upon sensuality, I bet you the odd seven hundred he does not make both ends meet; the proportion is too great.

And _two-thirds of the distress of the lower orders is owing to this--that they are more madly prodigal than the rich; in the worst, lowest and most dangerous item of all human prodigality!_ Lord Ipsden went to see Mrs.Harvey; it cost him much to go; she lived in the Old Town, and he hated disagreeable smells; he also knew from Saunders that she had two black eyes, and he hated women with black eyes of that sort.