I stand beside the holy man The monarch fear my wrath None may move the way I can Ever the crooked path The man who devised it Does not want it The man who bought it Does not use it The man who used it Does not realize it What man loves more than life Fears more than death or mortal strife What poor men have, the rich acquire And all contented men desire What Misers spend and the Wastrels save And each man carries to his grave
Ah, so that's why they look familiar. I heard one much like the second, and the answer to that one was counterfeit money. Should've known by the third line that it couldn't be though. Strange. I don't remember the answers.
What man loves more than life Fears more than death or mortal strife What poor men have, the rich acquire And all contented men desire What Misers spend and the Wastrels save And each man carries to his grave Nothing