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He lived, nor dream'd of corporation-doles[49];
But, toiling, saved and, saving, never ceased
Till he had box'd up twelve score pounds at least.
He knew not money's power, but judged it best
Safe in his trunk to let his treasure rest;
Yet to a friend complain'd: "Sad charge, to keep
So many pounds, and then I cannot sleep."
"Then put it out," replied the friend.—"What, give
My money up? why, then I could not live."—