A poor Man had a wooden Image of a god, to which he used to pray daily for riches.
He did this for a long time, but remained as poor as ever, till one day he caught up
the Image in disgust and hurled it with all his strength against the wall. The force of
the blow split open the head and a quantity of gold coins fell out upon the floor. The
Man gathered them up greedily, and said, O you old fraud, you! When I honoured you, you
did me no good whatever: but no sooner do I treat you to insults and violence than you
make a rich man of me!