Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1630 [c.1630-1633] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
By petition; sue for't In Forma pauperis:— City? Kennell. Gallants Off with your Fathers, put on aprons, Gallants; Learn to reel, throm, or trim a lady's dog, And be good quiet souls of peace Hobgoblins. Christalla? Practice to drill hogs, in hope To share in the Acorns. soldiers? Corn-cutters; But not so valiant: they oft times draw blood, Which you durst never do. When you have practised More wit, or more civility, we'll rank 'ee I' th' list of men: till then, brave things at arms Dare not to speak to us,— most potent Groneas. And Hemophil the hardy,— at your services. They scorn us as they did before we went. Hang 'em, let us scorn them, and be revenged. Shall we? We will; and when we sleight them thus, Instead of following them, they'll follow us. It is a woman's nature. 'Tis a scurvy one. Tempt not the Stars (young man) thou canst not play With the severity of Fate: this change Of habit, and disguise in outward view, Hides not the secrets of thy soul within thee, From their quick-piercing eyes, which dive at all times Down to thy thoughts: in thy aspect I note A consequence of danger. Give me leave (Grave Tecnicus) without foredooming destiny, Under thy roof to ease my silent griefs, By applying to my hidden wounds, the balm Of thy Oraculous Lectures: if my fortune Run such a crooked by-way, as to wrest My steps to ruin, yet thy learned precepts Shall call me back, and set my footings straight: I will not court the world. Ah Orgilus, Neglects in young men of delights, and life, Run often to extremities they care not For harms to others, who contemn their own. But I (most learned Artist) am not so much At odds with Nature, that I grudge the thrift Of any true deserver: nor doth malice Of present hopes, so check them with despair, As that I yield to thought of more affliction Than what is incident to frailty: wherefore Impute not this retired course of living Some little time, to any other cause Then what I justly render: the information Of an unsettled mind, as the effect Must clearly witness. Spirit of truth inspire thee. On these conditions I conceal thy change, And willingly admit thee for an Auditor. lete my study. I to contemplations: In these delightful walks— thus metamorphized, I may without suspicion harken after Penthea's usage, and Euphranea's faith: Love! thou art full of mystery: the Deities Themselves are not secure, in searching out The secrets of those flames, which hidden waste A breast, made tributary to the Laws Of beauty; Physic yet hath never found A remedy, to cure a lover's wound. Ha? who are those that cross your private walk Into the shadowing grove, in amorous foldings? My Sister; o my Sister? 'tis Euphrania With Prophilus, supported too; I would It were an Apparition; Prophilus Is Ithocles his friend: It strangely puzzles me: Again? help me my book; this scholar's habit Must stand my privileges my mind is busy, Mine eyes, and ears are open.
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By petition; sue for't In Forma pauperis: — City? Kennell. Gallants Off with your Fathers, put on aprons, Gallants; Learne to reele, throm, or trim a Ladies dog, And be good quiet soules of peace Hobgoblins. Christalla? Practise to drill hogs, in hope To share in the Acorns. Souldiers? Corncutters; But not so valiant: they oft times draw blood, Which you durst neuer doe. When you have practis'd More wit, or more civility, wee'll ranke I th list of men: till then, braue things at armes Dare not to speake to vs, — most potent Groneas. And Hemophill the hardy, — at your seruices. They scorne vs as they did before we went. Hang 'em, let vs scorne them, and be reueng'd. Shall we? We will; and when we sleight them thus, Instead of following them, they'll follow vs. It is a womans nature. 'Tis a sruy one. Tempt not the Stars (young man) thou canst not play With the seuerity of Fate: this change Of habit, and disguise in outward view, Hides not the secrets of thy soule within thee, From their quicke-piercing eyes, which dive at all times Downe to thy thoughts: in thy aspect I note A consequence of danger. Giue me leaue (Graue Tecnicus) without fore-dooming destiny, Vnder thy roofe to ease my silent griefes, By applying to my hidden wounds, the balme Of thy Oraculous Lectures: if my fortune Run such a crooked by-way, as to wrest My steps to ruine, yet thy learned precepts Shall call me backe, and set my footings streight: I will not court the world. Ah Orgilus, Neglects in young men of delights, and life, Run often to extremities they care not For harmes to others, who contemne their owne. But I (most learned Artist) am not so much At ods with Nature, that I grutch the thrift Of any true deseruer: nor doth malice Of present hopes, so checke them with despaire, As that I yeeld to thought of more affliction Then what is incident to frailty: wherefore Impute not this retired course of liuing Some little time, to any other cause Then what I iustly render: the information Of an vnsetled minde, as the effect Must clearely witnesse. Spirit of truth inspire thee. On these conditions I conceale thy change, And willingly admit thee for an Auditor. lete my study. I to contemplations: In these delightfull walkes — thus metamorphiz'd, I may without suspition hearken after Penthes vsage, and Euphranias faith: Loue! thou art full of mystery: the Deities Themselues are not secure, in searching out The secrets of those flames, which hidden wast A breast, made tributary to the Lawes Of beauty; Physicke yet hath neuer found A remedy, to cure a Louers wound. Ha? who are those that crosse yo priuate walke Into the shadowing groue, in amorous foldings? My Sister; ô my Sister? 'tis Euphrania With Prophilus, supported too; I would It were an Apparition; Prophilus Is Ithocles his friend: It strangely pusles me: Againe? helpe me my booke; this Schollers habit Must stand my priuilege my mind is busie, Mine eyes, and eares are open.