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 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Put out thy Torches Hymen, or their light Shall meet a darkness of eternal night. Inspire me Mercury with swift deceits; Ingenious Fate has leapt into mine arms, Beyond the compass of my brain.— Mortality Creeps on the dung of earth, and cannot reach The riddles, which are purposed by the gods. Great Arts best write themselves in their own stories, They die too basely, who outlive their glories. I'll have that window next the street damned up; It gives too full a prospect to temptation, And courts a gazer's glances: there's a lust Committed by the eye, that sweats, and travels, Plots, wakes, contrives, till the deformed bear-whelp Adultery be licked into the act, The very act; that light shall be damned up; D''ee hear Sir? I do hear my Lord; a Mason Shall be provided suddenly. Some Rogue, Some Rogue of your confederacy, (factor For slaves and strumpets) to convey close packets From this spruce springal, and the other youngster; That gaudy earwig, or my Lord, your Patron, Whose pensioner you are.— I'll tear thy throat out Son of a Cat, ill-looking Hounds-head; tip up Thy ulterous maw, if I but scant a paper, A scroll, but half as big as what can cover A wart upon thy nose, a spot, a pimple, Directed to my Lady: it may prove A mystical preparative to lewdness. Care shall be had.— I will turn every thread About me to an eye.— here's a sweet life. The City housewives, cunning in the traffic Of Chamber-merchandise, set all at price By wholesale, yet they wipe their mouths, and simper, Cull, kiss, and cry Sweetheart, and stroke the head Which they have branched, and all is well again: Dull clods of dirt, who dare not feel the rubs Stuck on the foreheads? 'Tis a villainous world, One cannot hold his own in't. Dames at Court Who flaunt in riots, run another bias: Their pleasure heaves the patient Ass that suffers Up on the stilted of Office, titles, Incomes; Promotion justifies the shame, and sues for't: Poor Honour! thou art stabbed, and bleedest to death By such unlawful hire. The Country mistress Is yet more wary, and in blushes hides whatever trespass draws her troth to guilt; But all are false. On this truth I am bold, No woman but can fall, and doth, or would— Now for the newest news about the City; What blab the voices sirrah? O my Lord, The rarest, quaintest, strangest, tickling news That ever— hay da, up and ride me Rascal, What is't? Forsooth (they say) the King has mewed All his grey beard, in stead of which is budded Another of a pure Carnation colour, Speckled with Green and Russet. Ignorant block. Yes truly, and 'tis talked about the streets, That since Lord Ithocles came home, the lions Never left roaring, at which noise the Beares Have danced their very hearts out. Dance out thine too.
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Put out thy Torches Hymen, or their light Shall meet a darkenesse of eternall night. Inspire me Mercury with swift deceits; Ingenious Fate has lept into mine armes, Beyond the compasse of my braine. — Mortality Creeps on the dung of earth, and cannot reach The riddles, which are purpos'd by the gods. Great Arts best write themselues in their owne stories, They dye too basely, who out-liue their glories. I'le haue that window next the street dam'd vp; It giues too full a prospect to temptation, And courts a Gazers glances: there's a lust Committed by the eye, that sweats, and taels, Plots, wakes, contriues, till the deformed bear-whelpe Adultery be lick'd into the act, The very act; that light shall be dam'd vp; D'ee heare Sir? I doe heare my Lord; a Mason Shall be prouided suddenly. Some Rogue, Some Rogue of your confederacy, (factor For slaues and strumpets) to conuey close packets From this spruce springall, and the tother youngster; That gawdy Eare-wrig, or my Lord, your Patron, Whose pusioner you are.— I'le teare thy throat out Sonne of a Cat, ill-looking Hounds-head; tip vp Thy vlterous maw, if I but scont a paper, A scroll, but halfe as big as what can couer A wart vpon thy nose, a spot, a pimple, Directed to my Lady: it may proue A mysticall preparatiue to lewdnesse. Care shall be had. — I will turne euery thread About me to an eye. — here's a sweet life. The City houswiues, cunning in the traffique Of Chamber-merchandise, set all at price By whole-sale, yet they wipe their mouthes, and simper, Cull, kisse, and cry Sweet-hart, and stroke the head Which they haue branch'd, and all is well againe: Dull clods of dirt, who dare not feele the rubs Stucke on the fore-heads? 'Tis a villanous world, One cannot hold his owne in't. Dames at Court Who flaunt in riots, runne another by as Their pleasure heaues the patient Asse that suffers Vp on the stild of Office, titles, Incomes; Promotion iustifies the shame, and ues for't: Poore Honour! thou art stab'd, and bleed'st to death By such vnlawfull hire. The County mistresse Is yet more wary, and in blushes hides What euer trespasse drawes her troh to guilt; But all are false. On this truth I am bold, No woman but can fall, and doth, or would — Now for the newest newes about the Citie; What blab the voyces sirrha? O my Lord, The rarest, quaintest, strangest, tickling newes That euer — Hey da, vp and ride me Rascall, What is't? Forsooth (they say) the King has mew'd All his gray beard, in stead of which is budded Another of a pure Carnation colour, Speckled with Greene and Russet. Ignorant blocke. Yes truly, and 'tis talkt about the streets, That since Lord Ithocles cme home, the Lyons Neuer left roaring, at which noyse the eares Haue danc'd their very hearts out. Dance out thine too.