Don't Kill The Goose That

If These Town Gods Can't Detect The Thieves Who Steal From Their Own Temples, It's Hardly Likely They'll Tell Me Who Stole My Spade.

The Unhappy Derive Comfort From The Misfortunes Of Others.

The Fly Sat Upon The Axel-tree Of The Chariot-wheel And Said, 'what A Dust Do I Raise!'

Forbear Harping On What Was Of Yore, For It Is The Common Lot Of Mortals To Sustain The Ups And Downs Of Fortune.

A Fox Entered The House Of An Actor And, Rummaging Through All His Properties, Came Upon A Mask, An Admirable Imitation Of A Human Head. He Placed His Paws On It And Said, "what A Beautiful Head! Yet It Is Of No Value, As It Entirely Lacks Brains."