W., J. · published 1637 · first performed or written 1626 [1625-1626] (Annals) history · Unknown unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Yes all men are of their old wives, my life has gone up and down with me this threescore and odd years, 'tis time to be weary on't I think now. And when thou'st hanged thyself, whither dost think to go then? To the Linen-draper. What Linen-draper? The richest in the world, my old Grandmother the Earth, how many pair of sheets has she had, think ye, since Adam and Eve lay together, It's the best Inn to lie at, a man shall be sure of good linen. Who dwells hereabouts? One upon whom all the poor in the Country cries out. whose's that? Scarcity, dearth, penury, famine, hunger, I have not known that man lives by food these four days, and therefore I'll descend to th' Antipodes, because I'll kick at this world. Stay, famine shall not kill thee, sit and eat Thy belly full, thy cares in good wine drown, By my own fall I pity others down, Is't not good cheer? Brave, I thank you for it, how many beggars does a rich man eat at his table at one meal, when those few crumbs are able to save a man's life, how came you sir into this fearful nest of Screech-owls and Ravens? Cast up by the Sea, I was shipwrecked and lost all my company. Would I had been one of 'em, I have lost more than you have done, I ha' lost all that I had but my sins, and they hang so heavy on my eyelids, I can scarce look so high as the brims of my hat to heaven, I have such a mind downwards, I have almost forgot who dwells over my head. Look up, be not afraid, there reigns no tyrant, Would thou hadst been with me at sea. So would I. Hadst thou an Atheist been, and God not known, thou'dst found him in the deep, there he's best shown, He that at Sea is shipwrecked, and denies A Deity (being there saved) damned lives and dies, Man nowhere in the twinkling of an eye Is thrown so near to hell, or raised so high Towards heaven, then when he's tossed upon the waves It must be a hand omnipotent there that saves, But how came you sir hither? I was banished from England (but that grieves me not) But I killed an old man, he was called Wallace. Ha? Wallace, and methinks he's still at mine elbow. Elbow? idle: Selby my father's murderer? Think not upon it, sit eat heartily Thy last, sit down, I say, never to rise, Drink wine, drink deep, let thy soul reel to hell. I am almost dead with cold. I'll fetch dry sticks, And with two flints kindle fire, beat out his brains: O that physic had the power to make thee young, I'd fetch thee drugs from th'utmost of the world, And then would arm thee, or, into thy veins Half my own blood I'd power, to lend thee strength, That I might kill thee nobly.
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Yes all men are of their old wives, my life ha's gone up and downe with me this threeſcore and odde yeares, 'tis time to be weary on't I thinke now. And when tha'ſt hang'd thy ſelfe, whither do'ſt thinke to go then? To the Linnen-draper. What Linnen-draper? The richeſt in the world, my old Grandmother the Earth, how many paire of ſheets has ſhe had, thinke ye, ſince Adam and Eve lay together, It's the beſt Inne to lye at, a man ſhall be ſure of good linnen. Who dwels hereabouts? One upon whom all the poore in the Countrey cryes out. Whoſe that? Scarcity, dearth, penurie, famine, hunger, I have not knowne that man lives by food theſe foure dayes, and therefore I'le deſcend to th' Antipodes, becauſe I'le kicke at this world. Stay, famine ſhall not kill thee, ſit and eate Thy belly full, thy cares in good wine drowne, By my owne fall I pitty others downe, Is't not good cheere? Brave, I thanke you for it, how many beggers does a rich man eate at his table at one meale, when thoſe few crummes are able to ſave a mans life, how came you ſir into this fearefull neſt of Screech-owles and Ravens? Caſt up by the Sea, I was ſhipwrack'd and loſt all my company. Would I had beene one of 'em, I have loſt more then you have done, I ha' loſt all that I had but my ſinnes, and they hang ſo heavy on my eye-lids, I can ſcarce look ſo high as the brimmes of my hatt to heaven, I have ſuch a minde downwards, I have almoſt forgot who dwels over my head. Looke up, be not afraid, there raignes no tyrant, Wud thou hadſt beene with me at ſea. So wud I. Hadſt thou an Atheiſt been, and God not known, Th'adſt found him in the deepe, there hee's beſt ſhowne, He that at Sea is ſhipwrackt, and denyes A Deity (being there ſav'd) damn'd lives and dyes, Man no where in the twinckling of an eye Is throwne ſo neare to hell, or rais'd ſo high Towards heaven, then when hee's toſſ'd upon the waves It muſt be a hand omnipotent there that ſaves, But how came you ſir hither? I was baniſh'd from England (but that grieves me not) But I kill'd an old man, he was call'd Wallace. Ha? Wallace, and me thinks hee's ſtill at mine elbow. Elbowe? idle: Selby my fathers murderer? Thinke not upon it, ſit eat heartily Thy laſt, ſit downe, I ſay, never to riſe, Drinke wine, drinke deepe, let thy ſoule reele to hell. I am almoſt dead with cold. I'le fetch dry ſticks, And with two flints kindle fire, beat out his braines: O that phyſicke had the power to make thee yong, I'de fetch thee drugs from th'utmoſt of the world, And then would arme thee, or, into thy veines Halfe my owne bloud I'de power, to lend thee ſtrength, That I might kill thee nobly.