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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71 Of a couetous Ambassadoure.

A Certen couetous man being sent ambassador for his countrey to another Citie, there were straight at hande trumpetters to welcome him, and to delight•• his eares with musicke, hoping thereby to fill their purses with money. He sente them woord, it was nowe no time to play, bicause his hart was heauie for the death of his mother: the Trumpetters deceiued of their purpose, de∣parted sorowing. Then a frend of his hearing of his sorowe, came to sée and comfort him, and as∣ked him, how long it was since his mother died? Fortie yeares (quod he,) then his friend vnder∣standing the wilie deceite of the Ambassadoure, laughed excéedingly.

MOR. This Fable belongeth to couetous men, which studie all the wayes to the woode to saue their money.