Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
We dread not chances. Lord, lord, what pretty imps you are in your majorities! Is it a manchild Mother Prattle? No insooth gossip Mag-py it is one of us, heavens bless thee baby, and a well appointed imp it is. See how it smiles. That's a sign of anger, 'twill be a shrew I lay my life. No, no, Mistress Barren, an Infant smiling, and a lamb's bleating is a sign of fertility it is so in Artimedorus; you frowned when you were borne, and that's the reason you are so sterile; Artimedorus saith so in his fourth book. What pretty dimples it has! Fathers none nyes. None nose. Smooth forehead! Cherry lip! Had it been manchild, their had been three evident signs of an whoremaster; a Roman Nose, Cherry Lip, and a bald pate, for so Artimedorus in his Problems. Well, well, whosoever got it, 'tis as like none father as an Apple to a Nut, insooth Gossip Prattle it is. It smiles still! sure it was begot in a merry hour. Then I was got in a merry vain; for praised be to memory my Mother said I hung the lip at my nativity. Lord Mother Prattle do the Moderns report so? I surely Gossip Mag-py, and it is a great sign of frugality if the Stars, and Planets be concordant, for saith Artimedorus; if it be borne under Venus, it will be fair as you are, if under Sol, Rich as you are, and if under Mercurie. Good Mother Prattle what is that god Mercury? is it he that makes the white Mercury waters, Ladies scour their faces withal! I surely Gossip, and stop their wrinkles with too, and saith Artimedorus, in his third book of his Moderns, if borne under Castor, and Pollux, store of children. Caster, and Bollux? You speak broad Gossip, 'tis Pollux. Why Bollux be it then; surely Barren was not borne under Bollux, for she has been married this seven years, and never had child, By your favour Gossip Mag-py, you were borne under Caster, and Bollux then, for you had two children before you wear married. Insooth Gossip, she has given you a veny; Good lack mistress Ursula, where have you negotiated yourself; you should have been present, and have Negotiated yourself about the Maxims, and principles Of childbearing; what? you had a Mother? And a Father too, Mother midnight. No matter for the father; we talk of the surer side, you may be sure to know your mother, when your mother hardly knows your father; 'tis a very facetious point, as Artimedorus in his book of dreams sets it down. Here comes my Uncle. Off with your hat sir, you come not here without reverence, see if the little infidel smile not on him, buss, buss, it. Heavens bless the babe! what wares bear my Little infidel? Bless the baby, it has sufficient if it live to be of the sages. I mean carries it an English Pen, and Inkhorn Or a dutch watch tankard? Bless the baby— it has— ay marry has it!
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VVe dread not chances. Lord, lord, what pretty impes you are in your majorities! Is it a man-child Mother Pratle? No in-sooth gossip Mag-py it is one of us, heavens blesse thee babie, and a well appointed impe it is. See how it smiles. That's a signe of anger, t'will be a shrow I lay my life. No, no, Mistris Barren, an Infant smileing, and a Lambes bleateing is a signe of fertility it is so in Artimedorus; you frown'd when you were borne, and thats the reason you are so sterill; Artimedorus saith so in his fourth booke. VVhat pretty dimples it has! Fathers none nyes. None nose. Smooth fore-head! Cherry lip! Had it bene man-child, their had bene three evident signes of an whoremaster; a Roman Nose, Cherry Lip, and a bald Pare, for so Artimedorus in his Problems. VVell, well, whosoever got it, 'tis as like none father as an Apple to a Nut, insooth Gossip Pratle it is. It smiles still! sure it was begot in a merry houre. Then I was got in a merry vaine; for prais'd be to memory my Mother said I hung the lip at my nativity. Lord Mother Pratle doe the Modernes report soe? I surely Gossip Mag-py, and it is a great signe of frugality if the Starrs, and Planets be concordant, for saith Artimedorus; if it be borne under Venus, it will be faire as you are, if under Sol, Rich as you are, and if under Mercurie. Good Mother Pratle what is that god Mercury? is it he that makes the white Mercury waters, Ladies scoure their faces withall! I surely Gossip, and stop their wrinckles with too, and saith Artimedorus, in his third booke of his Modernes, if borne under Castor, and Pollux, store of children. Caster, and Bollux? You speake broad Gossip, 'tis Pollux. VVhy Bollux be it then; surely Barren was not borne under Bollux, for she has bene married this seven yeares, and never had childe, By your favour Gossip Mag-py, you were borne under Caster, and Bollux then, for you had two children before you weare married. Insooth Gossip, she has given you a veny; Good lacke mistris Vrsula, where have you negotiated Your selfe; you should have bene present, and have Negotiated your selfe about the Maxims, and principles Of child-bearing; what? you had a Mother? And a Father too, Mother mid-night. No matter for the father; we talke of the surer side, you may be sure to know your mother, when your mother hardly knowes your father; 'tis a very facetious point, as Artimedorus in his booke of dreames sets it downe. Here comes my Vncle. Off with your hat sir, you come not here without reverence, see if the little infidell smile not on him, busse, busse, it. Heavens blesse the babe! what wares beare my Little infidell? Blesse the baby, it has sufficient if it live to be of the sages. I meane carries it an English Pen, and Inke-horne Or a dutch watch tankerd? Blesse the baby—it has—ey marry has it!