There was a poor Cobbler who was unable to make a living by his trade and made worried by poverty, began to practice medicine in a town in which he was not known.
He sold a drug, knowing that it was an remedy to all poisons, and obtained a great name for himself by long-winded puffs and advertisements.
When the Cobbler happened to fall sick himself of a serious illness, the Governor of the town determined to test his skill.
For this purpose he called for a cup, and while filling it with water, known to mix poison with the Cobbler's antidote, commanding him to drink it on the promise of a reward.
The Cobbler, under the fear of death, confessed that he had no knowledge of medicine, and was only made famous by the stupid yell of the crowd.
The Governor then called a public assembly and
addressed the citizens: "Of what madness have you
been responsible? You have not hesitated to entrust
your heads to a man, whom no one could employ to
make even the shoes for their feet."