Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
GOod morrow. So to you, fair Shepherdess. What news in our Arcadia? I know none: For well you wots it is no news with us, That men should prove inconstant. Think you so? Thought's free. I pray can you define me Thought? Let me bethink myself, I think I can: For I have thought of many things ever now. But can you guess what I think? I (perhaps) May jump with your conceit, come near't at lest. Of colours there are none so opposite As white and black: and of the Elements Than fire and water none more contrary: Nor is there aught so antipathy' de in men, As what they think and speak. Now let me help you: men's thoughts like Courtiers cloaks are often shifted, And change as often as they are truly sifted. This than hath been the cause of women's sorrow; Men think to day ill, to do worse to morrow: Witness Amphrisa's servant. Pity 'tis, ●o fair a body, and so sweet a soul should be so foully dealt with. Her false Lover ●nkindely hath forsook her. That's the reason shee's grown into so deep a melancholy. wonder any woman dare trust man, ●nce, like as the Chameleons change themselves ●nto all perfect colours saving white; they can to all humours frame their speech, ●e only to prove honest. You say well. ●t as no worms breed where they feel no warmth, ●o Vultures watch where they can find no prey; ●o Pirate roves but where he hope's for spoil: none of these false servants wait, but where they find a yielding Mistress. Indeed light minds are caught with little things, ●nd Fancy smells to Fennell. But Amphrisa Is held to be the wisest shepherdess That life's in our Arcadia. But I have herded, Late wit and cheated wisdom to be counted Next neighbours unto folly. shepherds now, The holier that they seem in outward show, The hollower are their hearts. By subtle sophistry (As I have herded) the best Philosophy May be perverted. And men's flatteries Are just like Circe's richeses, which can turn Vain glorious fools to Asses, credulous Fools To Woodcocks, pretty wanton Fools to Apes, And proud Fools into Peacocks. But among these, Amphrisa had no place. See, here she comes That for herself can answer. But 'tis sin In us, not to be answered, thus to suffer her To pale the cheerful blood in her far cheeks, Through wilful passion. Which I'll not endure. Than rouse her from these dumps. You're sad, Amphrisa: Sweet may we know the cause? Amphrisa. You have prevented A strange conceit which somewhat troubled me; But by your interruption almost lost. Nay recollect yourself, pray let us hear't.
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GOod morrow. So to you, faire Shepheardeſſe. What newes in our Arcadia? I know none: For well you wot it is no newes with us, That men ſhould prove inconſtant. Thinke you ſo? Thought's free. I pray can you define me Thought? Let me bethinke my ſelfe, I thinke I can: For I have thought of many things e're now. But can you gueſſe what I thinke? I (perhaps) May jumpe with your conceit, come neere't at leaſt. Of colours there are none ſo oppoſite As white and blacke: and of the Elements Than fire and water none more contrary: Nor is there ought ſo antipathy' de in men, As what they thinke and ſpeake. Now let me helpe you: Mens thoughts like Courtiers clokes are often ſhifted, And change as oft as they are truly ſifted. This then hath been the cauſe of womens ſorrow; Men thinke to day ill, to do worſe to morrow: Witneſſe Amphriſa's ſervant. Pitty 'tis, o faire a body, and ſo ſweet a ſoule hould be ſo foulely dealt with. Her falſe Lover nkindely hath forſooke her. That's the reaſon hee's growne into ſo deepe a melancholy. wonder any woman dare truſt man, nce, like as the Chamelions change themſelves nto all perfect colours ſaving white; they can to all humors frame their ſpeech, e only to prove honeſt. You ſay well. t as no wormes breed where they feele no warmth, o Vultures watch where they can finde no prey; o Pirat roves but where he hopes for ſpoile: none of theſe falſe ſervants wait, but where hey finde a yeelding Miſtreſſe. Indeed light minds are catcht with little things, nd Phancie ſmels to Fennell. But Amphriſa Is held to be the wiſeſt ſhepheardeſſe That lives in our Arcadia. But I have heard, Late wit and cheated wiſedome to be counted Next neighbours unto folly. Shepheards now, The holier that they ſeeme in outward ſhew, The hollower are their hearts. By ſubtill ſophiſtry (As I have heard) the beſt Philoſophy May be perverted. And mens flatteries Are iuſt like Circes riches, which can turne Vain glorious fooles to Aſſes, credulous Fooles To Woodcocks, pretty wanton Fooles to Apes, And proud Fooles into Peacocks. But amongſt theſe, Amphriſa had no place. See, here ſhe comes That for her ſelfe can anſwer. But 'twere ſinne In us, not to be anſwer'd, thus to ſuffer her To pale the cheerefull bloud in her farre cheeks, Through wilfull paſſion. Which I'le not endure. Then rowſe her from theſe dumps. You'r ſad, Amphriſa: Sweet may we know the cauſe? Amphriſa. You have prevented A ſtrange conceit which ſomewhat troubled me; But by your interruption almoſt loſt. Nay recollect your ſelfe, pray let us hear't.