THE MISER & HIS GOLD
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He buried his Gold in a hole. One saw, and the treasure he stole. Said another, “What matter? Don’t raise such a clatter, You can still go & sit by the hole.” |
USE ALONE GIVES VALUE
THE GOLDEN EGGS
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A golden Egg, one every day, That simpleton’s Goose used to lay; So he killed the poor thing, Swifter fortune to bring, And dined off his fortune that day. |
GREED OVEREACHES ITSELF