Chapter 101: Wealth Without Benefaction

1001.
Who fills his house with ample store, enjoying none,
Is dead. Nought with the useless heap is done.

1002.
Who giving nought, opines from wealth all blessing springs,
Degraded birth that doting miser's folly brings.

1003.
Who lust to heap up wealth, but glory hold not dear,
It burthens earth when on the stage of being they appear.

1004.
Whom no one loves, when he shall pass away,
What doth he look to leave behind, I pray?

1005.
Amid accumulated millions they are poor,
Who nothing give and nought enjoy of all they store.

1006.
Their ample wealth is misery to men of churlish heart,
Who nought themselves enjoy, and nought to worthy men impart,

1007.
Like woman fair in lonelihood who aged grows,
Is wealth of him on needy men who nought bestows.

1008.
When he whom no man loves exults in great prosperity,
Tis as when fruits in midmost of the town some poisonous tree.

1009.
Who love abandon, self afflict, and virtue's way forsake
To heap up glittering wealth, their hoards shall others take.

1010.
'Tis as when rain-cloud in the heaven grows dry,
When generous wealthy man endures brief poverty.