A Schole of wise conceytes wherein as euery conceyte hath wit, so the most haue much mirth : set forth in common places by order of the alphabet / translated out of diuers Greeke and Latine wryters by Thomas Blage ...

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Title: A Schole of wise conceytes wherein as euery conceyte hath wit, so the most haue much mirth : set forth in common places by order of the alphabet / translated out of diuers Greeke and Latine wryters by Thomas Blage ...
Publication: Printed at London :: By Henrie Binneman,; 1572.
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Subject terms: Fables, Greek.; Fables, Latin.
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184 Of a poore man.

A Certain poore man had nothing but a house vnderset with shores, which was like to fal. It happened on a time as he returned from the fieldes, he founde it fallen, and bicause he had not wherwith to set it vp again, he was so much troubled in his mynd, that he fell to mourning & wéeping out of measure. But as this poore man thus made moane, he espied a brasen pot, which many years had ben hiddē in y^e wal, lying amōg the stones and rubbish, which when he had takē vp and opened, he found it ful of gold, wherwith his hart hopping for ioy, he left off his wéeping.

MOR. Sometime that we thinke hurtful, tur∣neth to our great profite and commoditie.