do
not weep, I have suffered a great deal, but I have had my desire.'

One day a thief got into the Cogia's house. Cries his wife, 'O Cogia,
there is a thief in the house.' 'Don't make any disturbance,' says the
Cogia. 'I wish to God that he may find something, so that I may take it
from him.'

One day the Cogia's wife said to him, 'Go and lie down yonder, a little
way off.' The Cogia, getting up, forthwith took his shoes in his hand,
and walked during two days; at the end of which, meeting a man, he said,
'Go and ask my wife whether I have gone far enough, or must go yet
farther.'

One night as the Cogia was lying with his wife, he said, 'O wife, if you
love me, get up and light a candle, that I may write down a verse which
has come into my head.' His wife, getting up, lighted the candle, and
brought him pen and inkstand. The Cogia wrote, and his wife said, 'O
Efendi of my soul, won't you read to me what you have written?' Whereupon
the Cogia read, 'Amongst the green leaves methinks I see a black hen go
with a red bill.'

One day the Cogia being ill, a number of women came to inquire about his
health. One of the women said, 'God knows whether you will die; but if
you do, what shall we say when we lament over you?' 'Say this,' said the
Cogia, 'when you lament over me, "Notwithstanding all he did, he could
never understand everything."'

Cogia Efendi, every time he returned to his house, was in the habit of
bringing a piece of liver, which his wife always gave to a common woman,
placing before the Cogia leavened patties to eat when he came home in the
evening. One day the Cogia said, 'O wife, every day I bring home a
liver: where do they all go to?' 'The cat runs away with all of them,'
replied the wife. Thereupon the Cogia getting up, put his hatchet in the
trunk and locked it up. Says his wife to the Cogia, 'For fear of whom do
you lock up the hatchet?' 'For fear of the cat,' replied the Cogia.
'What should the cat do with the hatchet?' said the wife. 'Why,' replied
the Cogia, 'as he takes a fancy to the liver, which costs two aspres, is
it not likely that he will take a fancy to the hatchet, which costs
four?'

One day the wife of the Cogia wanted to go to the bath. Now the Cogia
had a little money which he kept in a corner hid from his wife. As she
went out of the door she looked back. 'Stay,' said the Cogia, 'I am just
dead, and here's a little money I have left behind me.'

One day the C