Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written c.1627 (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Caviar, Sturgeon, Anchoves, pickle Oysters: Yes, And a Potato Pie; besides all these, What thou think'st rare and costly. Sir, I know What's to be done; the stock that must be spent, Is in my hands, and what I have to do, I will do suddenly. No butcher's meat, Of that, beware in any case. I still remember, Your father was no Grazier, if he were, This were a way to eat up all his Fields, Hedges and all. You will be gone sir. Yes, and you are i'th' way going. To what may young men best compare themselves? Better to what, than to a house new built? The Fabric strong, the Chambers well contrived, Polished within, without, well beautified; When all that gaze upon the Edifice, Do not alone commend the workman's craft, But either make it their fair precedent By which to build another, or at least, Wish there to inhabit: Being set to sale, In comes a slothful Tenant, with a Family As lazy and debauched; Rough tempests rise, Untile the roof, which by their idleness, Left unrepaired, the stormy showers beat in, Rot the main Posts and Rafters, spoil the Rooms, Deface the Seelings, and in little space, Bring it to utter Ruin, yet the fault, Not in the Architector that first reared it, But him that should repair it: So it fares With us young men; we are those houses made, Our Parents raise these Structures, the foundation Laid in our Infancy; and as we grow In years, they strive to build us by degrees, Story on story higher; up at height, They cover us with Council, to defend us From storms without: they polish us within, With Learnings, Knowledge, Arts and disciplines; All that is nought and vicious, they sweep from us, Like Dust and Cobwebs, and our Rooms concealed, Hang with the costliest hangings; 'bout the Walls, Emblems and beauteous Symbols pictured round; But when that lazy Tenant, Love, steps in, And in his Train, brings Sloth and Negligence, Lust, Disobedience, and profuse Excess; The Thrift with which our fathers tiled our Roofs, Submits to every storm and Winter's blast, And yielding place to every riotous sin, Gives way without, to ruin what's within: Such is the state I stand in. And how doth this Tire become me? Rather ask, how your sweet carriage, And Court behaviour, doth best grace you, for Lovers regard, Not so much the outward habit, as that which the garment covers. Oh here's that Hail, Shower, Tempest, Storm, and Gust, That shattered hath this building; Let in Lust, Intemperance appetite to Vice; withal, Neglect of every Goodness; Thus I see, How I am sinking in mine own disease, Yet can I not abide it. And how this Gown? I prithee view me well, And speak with thy best judgement. What do you talk of Gowns, and Ornaments; That have a Beauty, precious in itself, And becomes any thing. Let me not live, but she speaks nought but truth, And i'll for that reward her.
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Cauiare, Sturgeon, Anchoues, pickle Oysters: Yes, And a Potato Pie; besides all these, What thou think'st rare and costly. Sir, I know What's to be done; the stocke that must be spent, Is in my hands, and what I haue to doe, I will doe suddenly. No Butchers meat, Of that, beware in any case. I still remember, Your father was no Grasier, if he were, This were a way to eate vp all his Fields, Hedges and all. You will be gone sir. Yes, and you are ith' way going. To what may yong men best compare themselues? Better to what, then to a house new built? The Fabricke strong, the Chambers well contriu'd, Polisht within, without, well beautifi'd; When all that gaze vpon the Edifice, Doe not alone commend the workemans craft, But either make it their faire president By which to build another, or at least, Wish there to inhabite: Being set to sale, In comes a slothfull Tenant, with a Family As lasie and debosht; Rough tempests rise, Vntile the roofe, which by their idlenesse, Left vnrepaired, the stormy showres beat in, Rot the maine Postes and Rafters, spoile the Roomes, Deface the Seelings, and in little space, Bring it to vtter Ruine, yet the fault, Not in the Architector that first reared it, But him that should repaire it: So it fares With vs yong men; Wee are those houses made, Our Parents raise these Structures, the foundation Laid in our Infancy; and as wee grow In yeeres, they striue to build vs by degrees, Story on story higher; vp at height, They couer vs with Councell, to defend vs From stormes without: they polish vs within, With Learnings, Knowledge, Arts and Diseiplines; All that is nought and vicious, they sweepe from vs, Like Dust and Cobwebs, and our Roomes concealed, Hang with the costliest hangings; Bout the Walls, Emblemes and beautious Symbols pictured round; But when that lasie Tenant, Loue, steps in, And in his Traine, brings Sloth and Negligence, Lust, Disobedience, and profuse Excesse; The Thrist with which our fathers tiled our Roofes, Submits to euery storme and Winters blast, And yeelding place to euery riotous sinne, Giues way without, to ruine what's within: Such is the state I stand in. And how doth this Tire become me? Rather aske, how your sweet carriage, And Court behauiour, doth best grace you, for Loucrs regard, Not so much the outward habit, as that which the garment couers. Oh heer's that Haile, Shower, Tempest, Storme, and Gust, That shatter'd hath this building; Let in Lust, Intemperance appetite to Vice; withall, Neglect of euery Goodnesse; Thus I see, How I am sincking in mine owne disease, Yet can I not abide it. And how this Gowne? I prethee view mee well, And speake with thy best Iudgement. What doe you talke of Gownes, and Ornaments; That haue a Beautie, pretious in it selfe, And becomes any thing. Let me not liue, but she speaks nought but truth, And ile for that reward her.