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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196 Of two Hogs.

A Certain man had two Hogges which bare so mortal hatred one toward an other, that dai∣ly they tore eche other with their téeth: but whē their Maister killed one of them, the other was wonderful glad, seeing his enimie should dye incontinent: within fewe dayes after, when hée him selfe was drawen to deathe, he tormented him selfe, saying: Woe is me wretch, why did I so reioyce ouer my enimies death, whom so soone I followe to the same ende?

MOR. None ought to reioyce, no not ouer the death of his enimie, seeing it is euident that all must dye.