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Truth in Fiction

Or, Morality in Masquerade. A Collection of Two hundred twenty five Select Fables of Aesop, and other Authors. Done into English Verse. By Edmund Arwaker
  

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FABLE XXIII. The Miser and his Bags:
  
  
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FABLE XXIII. The Miser and his Bags:

Or, Parsimony makes Prodigals.

A Miser, whose insatiate Thirst of Gain
No Store cou'd satisfie, no Bounds restrain;
Who still, amidst his Affluence, was poor,
And, as his Wealth encreas'd, still grasp'd at more:
Was call'd, by Death, to quit his darling Hoord,
Since he wou'd none for Life's Support afford.
The Wretch, alarm'd thereat, did sadly weep,
And thus took leave of what he cou'd not keep:
Tell me, dear Gold, Tell me, my precious Store,
Whom thou must please, when I shall be no more?
We, said the Bags, shall please your joyful Heir,
(Who will in Riot waste what you did spare:)
Nor him alone; but the Infernal Pow'rs;
Who, by our Means, will have his Soul, and yours.

The MORAL.

‘In vain we labour for such useless Gains
‘As we allow not to reward our Pains:
‘In vain, while others our Acquests possess,
‘Encrease our Torments for their Happiness.
‘He who denies himself what Nature craves,
‘Loses the Benefit of what he saves:

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‘And what the pinching Father dares not use,
‘Supplies the Son with Means to live profuse.
‘Thus both, their Talents diff'rent Ways mis-spend,
‘But meet and centre in one fatal End.