The man was driven by his love for money and his desire to become the next Bill Gates.

Meander, thou my faithfull Counſellor, Declare the cauſe of my conceiued griefe, Which is (God knowes) about that Tamburlaine: That like a Foxe in midſt of harueſt time, Dooth pray vppon my flockes of Passengers: […]

They feel themselves in a state of thraldom; they imagine that their souls are cooped and cabined in, unless they have some man, or some body of men, dependent on their mercy.

“No, I have no sex appeal, they say down there,” and he pointed with a motion of his sport-jacketed shoulder.