A poor Woodman was cutting down a tree near the edge of a deep pool in the forest. Alas, O Jupiter, man does not know what he asks! He walked about restlessly, tearing up the ground with his toes, and beating his arms savagely against his sides. Is this your constancy? she exclaimed tearfully. You laughed when I said I would repay you, said the Mouse. Do not worry about us, replied the Reeds. Such scanty fare is not fit for a Heron. So he put on a pair of spectacles, and with a leather box in his hand, knocked at the door of the Bird's home. The horses could hardly drag the load through the deep mud, and at last came to a standstill when one of the wheels sank to the hub in a rut. When you are up there it is the roof that's talking, not you.
Industry is itself a treasure.