One day a rich knight and a poor knight happened to meet each other in a public
House and they started sharing pints of beer brought by a buxom maid in a low cut
Dress.  The rich knight took notice of her opulent breasts, the poor knight wanted a lick.
The rich knight questioned whether she had hairs on her neck.  The poor knight pondered her butt.

“I never have enough money,” said the rich knight with a frown, head bowed, slumping in
His seat.  “No matter how much money I have, I need to make more to satisfy
My Greed.”  “I have too much money,” said the poor knight.  “In fact, to have more would be a sin.

I am always being robbed after drinking too much, my own fault, I can’t deny.”

“I have no friends,” said the rich knight.  “They are all envious of me and find fault with
My character.”  I have too much money.  My friends are always begging me for some.”
“No,” said the rich knight.  “Money can’t buy happiness or friends.  It’s a popular myth.”
“I agree,” said the poor knight, “too much money is a curse like speech to the deaf and dumb.”

“Give me friends, good friends.  It is something I have wanted all my life, but didn’t have.
True and just, filling the soul of a desparate man like milk to a newborn calf.

“Take my mistress, for example,” said the rich knight.  “She is unfaithful to me.  She
Spends her time and my money carousing with younger men.  She only wants me for
My money, constantly comparing me to more virile lovers.  She wants a fee
For every act of love.  I give her gold and trinkets.  She is spoiled to the core.”

“The opposite for me,” said the poor knight.  “I get it where I can and for the few
Pennies I spend on them, my whores perform better than court jesters or trained dogs.  For
A drink they will treat me better than they do their pimps before I bid them adieu.
I have more variety in wives than a floral shop, albeit they’re a whore.

“I cannot trust anyone,” said the rich knight.  My closest relative would take my
Last dollar and they are all such sycophants.”  “As for me,” said the poor knight, I can
Trust a thief and a card sharp for they cannot take a cent from me.  They’d question why.
It would be their last and the reward would not merit the effort, trust me, my man.”

“Believe me, my liege, if I thought I could survive, I would give you all my wealth today.”
“My good man, I would not take it but then again some day behind your back, I may.”