A government that robs Peter to pay Paul can always depend on the support of Paul.
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Here where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are
Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket is heard,
Say, whose grave can this be, with life by all the Immortals
Beauteously planted and deck'd?--Here doth Anacreon sleep
Spring and summer and autumn rejoiced the thrice-happy minstrel,
And from the winter this mound kindly hath screen'd him at last.