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Friedrich Schiller - Fortune And Wisdom
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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!"
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