Ford, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
A Devil of pride, Ranges in airy thoughts to catch a star, Whiles ye grasp molehills. Worse and worse I vow. But that some remnant of an honest sense, Ebbs a full tide of blood to shame, all women Would prostitute all honour to the luxury of ease and titles. Romanello, know You have forgot the nobleness of truth, And sixth on scandal now. A Dog, a Parrot, A Monkey, a caroche, a guarded lackey, A waiting woman with her lips sealed up, Are pretty toys to please my Mistress wanton: So is a fiddle too, 'twill make it dance, Or else be sick and whine. This is uncivil. I am not Sir your charge. My grief you are, For all my services are lost and ruined. So is my chief opinion of your worthiness, When such distractions tempt ye, you would prove A cruel Lord, who dare, being yet a servant, As you profess, to bait my best respects Of duty to your welfare, 'tis madness I have not oft observed, possess your freedom. You have no right in me, let this suffice: I wish your joys much comfort. Sister, look ye, How by a new creation off my Tailors, I've shook off old mortality, the rags Of home spun Gentry (prithee sister mark it) Are cast by, and I now appear in fashion Unto men, and received, observe me sister, The consequence concerns you. True good Brother, For my well doing must consist in yours. here's Romanello, a fine tempered gallant, Of decent carriage, of indifferent means, Considering that his sister, new hoist up, From a lost merchant's warehouse, to the titles Of a great Lords-bed, may supply his wants Not sunk in his acquaintance, for a scholar Able enough, and one who may subsist Without the help of friends, provided always, He fly not upon wedlock without certainty Of an advancement, else a bachelor May thrive by observation on a little. As single life's no burden, but to draw In yokes is chargeable, and will require A double maintenance, why I can live Without a wife, and purchase. is't a mystery? Y'ave lately found out Livio, or a cunning Concealed, till now for wonder? Pish, believe it, Endeavours and an active brain, are better Than patrimonies left by parents. Prove it, One thrives by cheating; shallow fools and unthrifts, Are game knaves only sly at: then a fellow Presumes on his hair, and that his back can toil For fodder from the City, lies: another Reputed valiant, lives by the sword, and takes up Quarrels or braves them, as the novice likes, To guild his reputation, most improbable. A word of desperate undertakings, possibly, Procures some hungry meals, some tavern surfeits, Some frippery to hide nakedness: perhaps The scambling halfe a ducat now and then To roar and noise it with the tattling hostess, For a week's lodging: these are pretty shifts, Souls bankrupt of their royalty submit to. Give me a man, whose practice and experience, Conceives not barely the philosopher's stone, But indeed has it, one whose wit's his Indies. The poor is most ridiculous.
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A Divell of pride, Ranges in airy thoughts to catch a starre, Whiles yee graspe mole-hils. Worse and worse I vow. But that some remnant of an honest sence, Ebbes a full tide of blood to shame, all women Would prostitute al honour to the luxurie of ease and titles. Romanello, know You have forgot the noblenesse of truth, And sixt on scandall now. A Dogge, a Parrot, A Monkey, a Caroach, a guarded lackey, A waiting woman with her lips seald up, Are pretty toyes to please my Mistresse wonton: So is a siddle too, 'twill make it dance, Or else be sicke and whine. This is uncivill. I am not Sir your charge. My griefe you are, For all my services are lost and ruin'd. So is my chiefe opinion of your worthinesse, When such distractions tempt yee, you would prove A cruell Lord, who dare, being yet a servant, As you professe, to bait my best respects Of duty to your welfare, 'tis madnesse I have not oft observed, possesse your freedome. You have no right in me, let this suffice: I wish your joyes much comfort. Sister, looke yee, How by a new creation off my Taylors, I've shooke off old mortality, the rags Of home spun Gentry (prethee sister marke it) Are cast by, and I now appeare in fashion Vnto men, and receiv'd, observe me sister, The consequence concernes you. True good Brother, For my well doing must consist in yours. Heere's Romanello, a fine temper'd gallant, Of decent carriage, of indifferent meanes, Considering that his sister, new hoist up, From a lost merchants warehouse, to the titles Of a great Lords-bed, may supply his wants Not sunck in his acquaintance, for a scholler Able enough, and one who may subsist Without the helpe of friends, provided alwayes, He flie not upon wedlocke without certainty Of an advancement, else a batchelor May thrive by observation on a little. As single life's no burthen, but to draw In yoakes is chargeable, and will require A double maintenance, why I can live Without a wife, and purchase. I'st a mysterie? Y'ave lately found out Livio, or a cunning Conceal'd, till now for wonder? Pish, believe it, Endevours and an active braine, are better Then patrimonies left by parents. Prove it, One thrives by cheating; shallow fooles and unthrifts, Are game knaves onely slie at: then a fellow Presumes on his haire, and that his backe can toile For fodder from the City, lies: another Reputed valiant, lives by the sword, and takes up Quarrels or braves them, as the novice likes, To guild his reputation, most improbable. A wor'd of desperate undertakings, possibly, Procures some hungry meales, some taverne surfets, Some frippery to hide nakednesse: perhaps The scambling halfe a duccat now and then To rore and noyse it with the tatling hostesse, For a weekes lodging: these are pretty shifts, Soules bankerupt of their royalty submit to. Give me a man, whose practice and experience, Conceives not barely the Philosophers stone, But indeed ha's it, one whose wit's his Indies. The poore is most ridiculous.