But toiling saved, and saving, never ceased
Till he had box’d up twelvescore 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:”
“Nay, but for interest place it in his hands
Who’ll give you mortgage on his house or lands.”