From The Praise of Folly by Desiderius Eramus, 1511 C.E., translation
by Hoyt Hopewell Hudson:

Fortune loves those who are less than discreet, she loves the rasher sort,
and the ones who are fond of that saying,“The die is cast.” But
wisdom makes men meticulous, which is why you commonly see that the traffic
of wise men is with poverty, hunger, and smoke; you see them living neglected,
inglorious and disliked. You see my fools abounding in money, holding the helms
of states, in brief, flourishing every way. For if we esteem it a blessing to
please princes and to mingle with such favorites of mine, these gods decked
with gems, what is less to the purpose than wisdom? In the eyes of that rank
of men, what, indeed, is more damning? If wealth is to be gathered, how much
money would a merchant make if, running after wisdom, he should boggle at perjury,
should blush to be taken in a lie, should in the least suffer from those inconvenient
scruples of the wise touching theft and taking usury?

Folly preaching from her rostrum.
Marginalia drawing by Hans Holbein, 1515 C.E.