The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2Conscious of wealth, he moves with easy mien;
Politely on the left he takes his place;
The ivory pin is at his girdle seen;
His dress and gait show gentlemanly grace.
Why do we brand him in our satire here?
’Tis this,—his niggard soul provokes the sneer.