Next in the Dance, came Covatice, root of all evil, and ground of vice;
That never could be content ! Villains, wretches, and usurers, misers, hoarders, and gatherers,
All with that warlock went.
(The Seven Deadly Sins, William Dunbar, 15th C.)
This world is like a three-legged stool, It fails a man at his greatest need’
‘Who so will be false and covetous with the world he shall have land and house; This world’s wisdom careth not a louse;
For God or High Heaven,’ Mankind saith he never enowe,
Till his mouth be full of clay. When he is closed in grasp of death,
What help in riches or great array?
It flyeth away like any snow, Anon after thy ending day.
(Castle of Perseverance 1425-morality play)