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Our Philoſpher immediately took the Gold, and putting it into his Pocket, told the other he had now altered his Mind, and ſhould bury it no more, till he found a Man more worthy of his Confidence. See what People loſe by being diſhoneſt. This calls to my Mind the Words of the Poet:
A Wit's a feather, and a Chiefs a Rod,
An honeſt Man's the nobleſt Work of God,
Remember this Story, and take Care whom you truſt; but don't be covetous, ſordid and miſerable; for the Gold we have is but lent us to do Good with. We received all from the Hand of God, and every Pervon in Diſtres hath a juſt Title to a Portion of it.
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