Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 498 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
And at the porters lodge, where lubbers wont to feed, The porter learns to answer now, hence hence the Lord hath need. His gests came in too thick, their diet was to great, Their horses eat up all the hay, which should have fed his neat: Their teeth were far to fine, to feed on pork and sauce, Five flocks of sheep could scarce maintain good mutton for his house. And when this count was cast, it was no biding here, Unto the good town is he gone, to make his friends good cheer. And welcome there that will, but shall I tell you how? At his own dish he feedeth them, that is the fashion now: Side boards be laid aside, the table's end is gone, His cook shall make you noble cheer, but ostler hath he none. The chargers now be changed, wherein he wont to eat, An old fruit dish is big enough to hold a joint of meat, A salad or a sauce, to taste your cates withal, Some strange device to feed mens eyes, mens stomachs now be small. And when the tenants come to pay a quarters rend, They bring some fowl at Midsummer, & a dish of fish in Lent, At Christmas a capon, at Mighelmasse a goose: And somewhat else at Newyeres tied, for fear their lease fly lose. Good reason by my troth, when Gentlemen lack groats, Let ploughmen pinch it out for pens, and patch their russet coats: For better Former's fast, than Manor houses fall, The Lord hath need, then says the text, bring old Ass, colt & all. Well, lowest now at last, let see the country lout, And mark how he doth swink & sweat to bring this gear about: His feastings be but few, cast whipstockes, clout his shone, The wheaten loaf is locked up, as soon as dinners done: And where he wont to keep a lubber, two or three, Now hath he learned to keep no more but Sim his son and he, His wife and Mawde his maid, a boy to pitch the cart, And turn him up at Hallontide, to feel the winter's smart: Dame Alyson his wife doth know the price of meal, Her bridecakes be not half so big as she was wont to steal: She wears no silver hooks, she is content with worsse, Her pendants and her silver pins she putteth in her purse. Thus learn I by my glass, that merry mean is best, And he most wise that finds the mean to keep himself at rest. Perchance some open mouth will mutter now and than, And at the market tell his mate, our landlords a zore man: He racketh up our rents, and keeps the best in hand, He makes a wondrous deal of good out of his own measne land: Yea let such pelters prate, saint Needam be their speed, We need no text to answer them, but this, The Lord hath need.
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And at the porters lodge, where lubbers wont to feede, The porter learnes to anſwere now, hence hence the Lorde hath neede. His geſts came in too thicke, their diet was to great, Their horſes eate vp all the hey, which ſhould haue fed his neate: Their téeth were farre to fine, to féede on porke and ſouſe, Fiue flocks of ſhéepe coulde ſcarce mainteine good mutton for his houſe. And when this count was caſt, it was no biding here, Vnto the good towne is he gone, to make his friends good chéere. And welcome there that will, but ſhall I tell you how? At his owne diſh he féedeth them, that is the faſhion now: Side bords be laid aſide, the tables end is gone, His cooke ſhall make you noble chéere, but oſtler hath he none. The chargers now be changde, wherein he wont to eate, An olde frute diſh is bigge enough to holde a ioynt of meate, A ſallad or a ſauce, to taſt your cates withall, Some ſtrāge deuiſe to feede mēs eies, mēs ſtomacks now be ſmal. And when the tenauntes come to pay a quarters rent, They bring ſome fowle at Midſommer, & a diſh of fiſh in Lent, At Chriſtmaſſe a capon, at Mighelmaſſe a gooſe: And ſomwhat elſe at Newyeres tide, for feare their leaſe flie looſe. Good reaſon by my trouth, when Gentlemen lacke groates, Let Plowmen pinch it out for pens, and patch their ruſſet coates: For better Formers faſt, than Manour houſes fall, The Lord hath néede, then ſays the text, bring old Aſſe, colt & all. Wel, loweſt now at laſte, let ſee the countrey loute, And marke how he doth ſwink & ſweat to bring this geare about: His feaſtings be but fewe, caſt whipſtockes, cloute his ſhoone, The wheaten loafe is locked vp, as ſoone as dinners doone: And where he wonte to keepe a lubber, two or thrée, Now hath he learnd to kéepe no more but Sim his ſonne and he, His wife and Mawde his mayde, a boy to pitche the carte, And turne him vp at Hallontide, to féele the winters ſmarte: Dame Alyſon his wife doth know the pryce of meale, Hir bridecakes be not halfe ſo bigge as ſhe was wont to ſteale: She weares no ſiluer hookes, ſhe is content with wſſe, Hir pendants and hir ſiluer pinnes ſhe putteth in hir purſſe. Thus learne I by my glaſſe, that merrie meane is beſt, And he moſt wiſe that finds the meane to kéepe himſelfe at reſt. Perchaunce ſome open mouth will mutter now and than, And at the market tell his mate, our landlords a zore man: He racketh vp our rentes, and kéepes the beſt in hand, He makes a wondrous deale of good out of his owne meaſne land: Yea let ſuch pelters prate, ſaint Needam be their ſpéede, We néede no text to anſwer them, but this, The Lord hath neede.