A bald man chanced to find a comb in the public road. Another, equally destitute of hair, came up: "Come," Said he, "Shares, whatever it is you have found." The other showed the booty, and added withal: "The will of the gods has favoured us, but through the malignity of fate, we have found, as the saying is, a coal instead of a treasure." 
This complaint befits him whom hope has disappointed. 