Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
If you will be wise, and live one year a bachelor 'tis ten to one that's odds, I bury my husband, ere I wear out my wedding Ring. Ha! a Ring, and on the right finger two. Thou playst the cruel murderer of my joys And like the deadly bullet from a Gun, Thy meaning kills me, ere thy words gets vent. Whose Ring is that? My Husbands. And art thou married! I am? When? This Day? Accursed Day to whom? To wealthy German? To wealthy misery? Now my presaging visions do appear, Th'unusual gestures of my mournful friends I now perceive was thine; false woman As subtle in deceit as thy first grandam, She but deceived herself, deceiving man As thou her imp of subtlety has done. Strengthen me you ever Hallowed Powers, Guard me with patience that I may not curse, Because I loved her; be assured this, Alive or dead thy promise thou shall keep I must, and will enjoy thee? And may I tell you if you'll stay my husband's Funeral. I'll promise you i'll mourn, and marry all in a month. Ah monstrous; she plays with my disasters As boys with bubbles blown up into air, You that have care of innocents be my guard lest I commit some outrage on myself. For such an overture, and flood of woes surrounds me; that they almost drowned My understanding; thy perjuries shall be writ With pens of Diamonds upon Leaves of steel, And kept as statutes are to show the world. You constant Lovers that have truly loved Without foul thoughts or lustful appetites, Come wail with me, and when your swelling breasts Grows big with curses, come sit down, and sigh Such an inconstant faireon I have met Whose deeds I shame to nominate, yet she Shamed not to do them. Pretty passion this ha, ha, ha? Take thy good night of goodness; this night Thy bridal-night take leave of sacred virtue? Never think for to be honest more, Never keep promise, for thou now mayst swear To any, thou never mean'st to do? Hold swelling heart, for thou art tumbling down A hill of desperation; dark thoughts Assaults my goodness; but thou shalt keep promise Alive or dead, I will enjoy thee yet. I have not cursed thee yet, remember that; And when thoust stained thy innocent sheets with lust, And with satiety filled thy empty veins, Wearied the night with wanton dalliances, More prime than Goats, or Monkeys in their prides; Call then to mind how pleasant this had been Had it not been adulterate; for German (Is not thy husband; 'tis Bateman is the best. I have not cursed thee yet remember that) I'll muster up the forces of a man, To quench the rising flames that harbour here And if I can forget thee, by my hopes I will And never curse the authoress of my ill. I have not cursed thee yet! now remember Alive or dead 'tis I that must enjoy thee.
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If you will be wise, and live one yeere a batchelour tis ten to one thats odds, I bury my husband, e're I weare out my wedding Ring. Ha! a Ring, and on the right finger two. Thou plaist the cruell murtherer of my joyes And like the deadly bullet from a Gun, Thy meaning kills me, e're thy words gets vent. Whose Ring is that? My Husbands. And art thou married! I am? When? This Day? Accursed Day to whom? To wealthy German? To wealthy misery? Now my presaging visions doe appeare, Th'unusuall gestures of my mornefull friends I now perceive was thine; false woman As subtle in deceit as thy first grandam, She but deceiv'd her selfe, deceiving man As thou her jmpe of subtilty has done. Strengthen me you ever Hallowed Powers, Guard me with patience that I may not curse, Bese I lov'd her; be assured this, Alive or dead thy promise thou shall keepe I must, and will enjoy thee? And may I tell you if you le stay my husbands Funerall. I'le promise you i'le mourne, and marry all in a month. Ah monstrous; she plaies with my disasters As boyes with bubbles blowne up into aire, You that have care of innocents be my guard Least I commit some outrage on my selfe. For such an overture, and flood of woes Surroundes me; that they almost droun'd My understanding; thy perivries shall be writ With pens of Diamonds upon Leaves of steele, And kept as statutes are to show the world. You constant Lovers that have truely lov'd Without foule thoughts or lustfull appetites, Come waile with me, and when your swelling brests Growes big with curses, come sit downe, and sigh Such an inconstant faireon I have met Whose deeds I shame to nominate, yet she Sham'd not to doe them. Prety passion this ha, ha, ha? Take thy good night of goodnes; this night Thy bridall-night take leave of sacred vertue? Never thinke for to be honest more, Never keepe promise, for thou now maist sweare To any, thou never mean'st to doe? Hold swelling heart, for thou art tumbling downe A hill of desperation; darke thoughts Assaults my goodnes; but thou shalt keepe promise Alive or dead, I will enjoy thee yet. I have not curs'd thee yet, remember that; And when th'ast staind thy innocent sheetes with lust, And with saciety fild thy empty veines, Weari'd the night with wanton dalliances, More prime then Goates, or Monkeys in their prides; Call then to minde how pleasant this had bene Had it not bene adulterate; for German (Is not thy husband; tis Bateman is the best. I have not curs'd thee yet remember that) I'le muster up the forces of a man, To quench the rising flames that harbor here And if I can forget thee▪ by my hopes I will And never curse the Auth'resse of my ill▪ I have not curs'd thee yet! now remember Alive or dead tis I that must enjoy thee.