It Is Easy To Despise What You

If These Town Gods Can't Detect The Thieves Who Steal From Their Own Temples, It's Hardly Likely They'll Tell Me Who Stole My Spade.

Thinking To Get At Once All The Gold The Goose Could Give, He Killed It And Opened It Only To Find-nothing.

Familiarity Breeds Contempt.

The Gods Help Them Who Help Themselves.

Appearances Are Deceptive.