The misers cheese is wholesomest

If I knew a miser, who gave up every kind of comfortable living, all the pleasure of doing good to others, all the esteem of his fellow-citizens, and the joys of benevolent friendship, for the sake of accumulating wealth. Poor man, said I, you pay too much for your whistle.

The King's cheese is half wasted in parings: But no matter, 'tis made of the people's milk

He sat among his bags, and, with a look Which hell might be ashamed of, drove the poor Away unalmed; and midst abundance died-- Sorest of evils!--died of utter want.

The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasures.

The miser is as much in want of what he has, as of what he has not. [Lat., Tam deest avaro quod habet, quam quod non habet.]