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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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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Printed at London :: By Henrie Binneman,
1572.
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Fables, Greek.
Fables, Latin.
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"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 ..." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A99901.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 15, 2024.
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148 Of the Countryman and the Mouse.
THere was a Countryman very poore, but yet so merie conceyted, that in his moste miserie he forgot not his naturall pleasauntnesse. It happened that his ferme house by chaunce was set on fire, which burned so sore, yt he mistrusted the quenching, which wyth heauye chéere he be∣held. In ye mean time he espied a Mouse running out of the ferme, which made hast to escape bur∣ning. The Countriman forgetting his losse, ran after the mouse, & caught him, slong him into the midst of the fire, saying: Thou vnthākful beast, in tyme of my prosperytie thou dwelledst wyth me, nowe bicause Fortune is chaunged, thou hast lefte my house.
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MOR. Those are no true fréends which cleaue to thée like a burre in thy felicitie, but in aduer∣sitie swiftly run away.
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