He to whom fortune nothing gives,
Free from the dread of robbers lives.
A Pauper as he lay in bed,
Overhearing some one in his shed
Groping and searching all about,
Something of value to take out.
Cries, ''What by day I ne'er could see,
To find by night you'll lucky be!"
Source: Boothby - Aesop 2.13
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