Once upon a time there was a Miser who used to hide his
gold at the foot of a tree in his garden; but every week he
used to go and dig it up and gloat over his gains. A robber,
who had noticed this, went and dug up the gold and
decamped with it. When the Miser next came to gloat over
his treasures, he found nothing but the empty hole. He tore
his hair, and raised such an outcry that all the neighbours
came around him, and he told them how he used to come
and visit his gold. ‘Did you ever take any of it out?’ asked
one of them.
‘Nay,’ said he, ‘I only came to look at it.’
‘Then come again and look at the hole,’ said a neighbour;
‘it will do you just as much good.’
Wealth unused might as well not exist.