Enraged Against A Quondam Friend, To Wisdom Once Proud Fortune Said "I'll Give Thee Treasures Without End, If Thou Wilt Be My Friend Instead." "My Choicest Gifts To Him I Gave, And Ever Blest Him With My Smile; And Yet He Ceases Not To Crave, And Calls Me Niggard All The While." "Come, Sister, Let Us Friendship Vow! So Take The Money, Nothing Loth; Why Always Labor At The Plough? Here Is Enough I'm Sure For Both!" Sage Wisdom Laughed, The Prudent Elf! And Wiped Her Brow, With Moisture Hot: "There Runs Thy Friend To Hang Himself, Be Reconciled I Need Thee Not!"