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 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
But will you hear a little Lion are so tetchy, You keep no rule in argument; Philosophy Works not upon impossibilities, But natural conclusions.— Mew?— absurd; The metaphysics are but speculations Of the celestial bodies, or such accidents As not mixed perfectly, in the Air engendered, Appear to us unnatural; that's all. Prove it;— yet with a reverence to your gravity, I'll balk illiterate sauciness, submitting My sole opinion to the touch of writers. Now let us fall in with him. Ha ha ha. These Apish boys, when they but taste the Grammars, And principals of Theory, imagine They can oppose their teacher's Confidence Leads many into errors. By your leave Sir. Are you a Scholar (friend?) I am (gay creature) With pardon of your Deities, a mushroom On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then: The Sun shines on me too, I thank his beams, Sometime I feel their warmth; and eat, and sleep. Does Tecnicus read to thee? Yes forsooth, He is my master surely, yonder door Opens upon his Study. Happy creatures; Such people toil not (sweet) in heats of State, Nor sink in thaws of greatness: Their affections Keep order with the limits of their modesty: Their love is love of virtue.— What's thy name? Aplotes (sumptuous master) a poor wretch. Dost thou want any thing? Books (Venus) books. Lady, a new conceit comes in my thought, And most available for both our comforts. My Lord.— Whiles I endeavour to deserve Your father's blessing to our loves, this Scholar May daily at some certain hours attend, What notice I can write of my success, Here in this grove, and give it to your hands: The like from you to me; so can we never, Barred of our mutual speech, want sure intelligence; And thus our hearts may talk when our tongues cannot. Occasion is most favourable, use it. Aplotes, wilt thou wait us twice a day; At nine i'th' morning, and at four at night, Here in this Bower, to convey such letters As each shall send to other? Do it willingly, Safely, and secretly, and I will furnish Thy Study, or what else thou canst desire. Ioue make me thankful, thankful, I beseech thee Propitious Ioue, I will prove sure and trust You will not fail me books. Nor ought besides Thy heart can wish. This lady's name's Euphranea, Mine Prophilus. I have a pretty memory, It must prove my best friend.— I will not miss One minute of the hours appointed. Write The books thou wouldst have bought thee in a note, Or take thyself some money. No, no money: Money to Scholars is a spirit invisible, We dare not finger it; or books, or nothing. Books of what sort thou wilt: do not forget Our names. I warrant 'ee, I warrant 'ee. Smile Hymen on the growth of our desires, we'll feed thy torches with eternal fires.
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But will you heare a little Lyon are so teatchy, You keepe no rule in argumet; Philosophy Workes not vpon impossibilities, But naturall conclusions. — Mew? — absurd; The metaphisicks are but speculations Of the celestiall bodies, or such accidents As not mixt perfectly, in the Ayre ingendred, Appeare to vs vnnaturall; that's all. Proue it; — yet with a reuerence to your grauity, I'le baulke illiterate sawinesse, submitting My sole opinion to the touch of writers. Now let vs fall in with him. Ha ha ha. These Apish boyes, when they but tast the Grammates, And principals of Theory, imagine They can oppose their teachers Confidence Leads many into errors. By your leaue Sir. Are you a Scholler (friend?) I am (gay creature) With pardon of your Deities, a mushrome On whom the dew of heauen drops now and then: The Sunne shines on me too, I thane his beames, Sometime I feele their warmth; and eat, and sleepe. Does Tecnicus read to thee? Yes forsooth, He is my master surely, yonde dore Opens vpon his Study. Happy creatures; Such people toyle not (sweet) in heats of State, Nor sinke in thawes of greatnesse: Their affections Keepe order with the limits of their modesty: Their loue is loue of vertue. — What's thy name? Aplotes (smptuous master) a poore wretch. Dost thou want any thing? Books (Venus) books. Lady, a new conceit comes in my thought, And most auaileable for both our comforts. My Lord.— Whiles I endeuour to deserue Your fathers blessing to our loues, this Scholler May daily at some certaine houres attend, What notice I can write of my successe, Here in this groue, and giue it to your hands: The like from you to me; so can we neuer, Barr'd of our mutuall speech, want sure intelligence; And thus our hearts may talke when our tongues cannot. Occasion is most fauourable, vse it. Aplotes, wilt thou wait vs twice a day; At nine i'th morning, and at foure at night, Here in this Bower, to conuey such letters As each shall send to other? Doe it willingly, Safely, and secretly, and I will furnish Thy Study, or what else thou canst desire. Ioue make me thankfull, thankfull, I beseech thee Propitious Ioue, I will proue sure and trusty You will not faile me bookes. Nor ought besides Thy heart can wish. This Ladies name's Euphraea, Mine Prophilus. I haue a pretty memory, It must proue my best friend. — I will not misse One minute of the houres appointed. Write The bookes thou wouldst haue bought thee in a note, Or take thy selfe some money. No, no money: Money to Schollers is a spirit inuisible, We dare not finger it; or bookes, or nothing. Bookes of what sort thou wilt: doe not forget Our names. I warrant 'ee, I warrant 'ee. Smile Hymen on the grouth of our desires, Wee'll feed thy torches with eternall fires.