Two Pots, one of brass and the other of clay, stood together on the hearthstone. Jupiter provided the prize. When they reached home the Man prepared two bowls of porridge. Yes, yes, answered the Stag confidently, the Wolf has promised to be my surety. So standing on tip-toes he flapped his wings and crowed lustily. Spare no energy and leave no spot unturned in your search. Thus ungratefully, O Jupiter, do men receive their blessings!
A possession is worth no more than the use we make of it.