A _Miser_ and his _Bags_.
A _Covetous Rich Churl_, finding himself at the Point of Death, caus’d
his Coffers to be brought up, and his _Bags_ laid before him. You and
I, says he, must Part, and I would willingly Bequeath ye to those that
will take most Delight in ye. Why then say the _Bags_, you must divide us
betwixt your Heirs, and the Devils. Your Heirs will have Drink and Whores
for your Money, and the Devils will be as well pleas’d on the Other hand,
that they are to have your Soul for’t.
The MORAL.
_The Money of a Miser is the Last Friend he takes his Leave of in This
World._