Poverty and Avarice are near A-kin, and the Rich Insatiable Miser that
is still Carking after More and More, is every jot as Miserable as he
that has just Nothing at all. What’s the Difference betwixt Gold in one
Part of the Earth, and Gold in Another? Betwixt the Minted Gold that the
Sordid Churl Buries in a Pot, and the Ore that Nature has Prepar’d and
Tinctur’d in the Mine? They are Both equally lost to the common Use of
Mankind; Only the One lies a little deeper then the Other. We may finish
this Moral with a Consideration of the Folly of those People that Starve
themselves to Enrich others, and make their Own Lives Wretched for the
Advantage perhaps of Thieves or Strangers. The Halter, in fine, serv’d
both their turns; as well His that had no Mony at first, as t’others that
Lost it.