Baron
Rothschild in Frankfurt had died, and outside his place of business a schnorrer was weeping copiously. At last one of the clerks took pity on him
and came out to console him. ‘Come,
come,’ he said, ‘there is no need to take it so badly. It won’t help you to cry. And after all, the Baron wasn’t a relation of
yours.’
‘No,’
replied the schnorrer, ‘that’s why I’m
crying.’ -Friday Nite Book
Do not weep over what you never had.
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