To row with golden oars...

"From the sun did I learn this, when it goeth down, the exuberant one:
gold doth it then pour into the sea, out of inexhaustible riches,
So that the poorest fisherman roweth even with golden oars!
For this did I once see, and did not tire of weeping in beholding it."
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra