Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 493 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
This bone at first amid my doggerel rhyme. But shall I say, to give thee grave advise? (Which in my head is (God he knows) full geazon)? Then mark me well, and though I be not wise, Yet in my rhyme, thou mayst perhaps found reason. First every day, beseech thy God on knee, So to direct thy staggering steps always, That he which every secret thought doth see May hold thee in, when thou wouldst go astray: And that he deign to send thee safe retoure, And quick dispatch of that which is thy due: Let this (my Bat) be both thy prime and hour, Wherein also commend to Nostre Dieu, Thy good Companion and my very friend, To whom I should (but time would not permit) Have taken pain some ragged rhyme to send In trusty token, that I not forget His courtesy: but this is debt to thee, I promysde it, and now I mean to pay: What was I saying? sirrah, will you see How soon my wits were wandering astray? I say, pray thou for thee and for thy mate, So shipmen sing, and though the note be plain, Yet sure the music is in heavenly state, When friends sing so, and know not how to fayne. The next to GOD, thy Prince have still in mind Thy countries honour, and the common wealth: And flee from them, which fled with every wind From native soil, to foreign coasts by stealth: Their trains are trustless, tending still to treason, Their smoothed tongues are lined all with guile, Their power slender, scarcely worth two peason, Their malice much, their wits are full of wile: Eschew them then, and when thou seest them, say, Da, da, sir K, I may not come at you, You cast a snare your country to betray, And would you have me trust you now for true? Remember Batte the foolish blink eyed boy Which was at Rome, thou knowest whom I mean, Remember eke the pretty beardless toy, Whereby thou foundst a safe return to Geane, Do so again: (God shield thou shouldst have need,) But rather so, than to forswear thyself: A loyal heart, (believe this as thy Creed) Is evermore more worth than worldly pelf. And for one lesson, take this more of me, There are three Ps almost in every place, From which I counsel thee always to flee, And take good heed of them in any case, The first is poison, perilous in deed To such as travail with a heavy purse: And thou my Bat beware, for thou hast need, Thy purse is lined with paper, which is worse: Thy bills of credit will not they thinkest thou, Be bait to set italian hands on work? Yes by my faith, and never worse than now, When every knave hath leisure for to lurk, And knoweth thou comest for the shells of Christ: Beware therefore where ever that thou go,
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This bone at firſt amid my dogrell rime. But ſhall I ſay, to giue thée graue aduiſe? (Which in my head is (God he knowes) full geazon)? Then marke me well, and though I be not wiſe, Yet in my rime, thou maiſt perhaps find reaſon. Firſt euery day, beſéech thy God on knée, So to direct thy ſtaggring ſteppes alway, That he which euery ſecrete thought doth ſée May holde thée in, when thou wouldſt goe aſtray: And that he deigne to ſende thée ſafe retoure, And quicke diſpatche of that whiche is thy due: Lette this (my Batte) be bothe thy prime and houre, Wherin alſo commend to Noſtre Dieu, Thy good Companion and my verie frend, To whom I ſhoulde (but time woulde not permitte) Haue taken paine ſome ragged ryme to ſende In truſtie token, that I not forget His curteſie: but this is debte to thée, I promyſde it, and now I meane to pay: What was I ſaying? ſirra, will you ſée How ſoone my wittes were wandering aſtraye? I ſaye, praye thou for thée and for thy mate, So ſhipmen ſing, and though the note be playne, Yet ſure the muſike is in heauenly ſtate, When frends ſing ſo, and know not how to fayne. The nexte to GOD, thy Prince haue ſtill in mynde Thy countreys honor, and the common wealth: And flee from them, which fled with euery wynde From natiue ſoyle, to forraine coaſtes by ſtealth: Theyr traynes are truſtleſſe, tending ſtill to treaſon, Theyr ſmoothed tongues are lyned all with guyle, Their power ſlender, ſcarſly woorthe two peaſon, Their malice much, their wittes are full of wyle: Eſchue them then, and when thou ſéeſt them, ſay, Da, da, ſir K, I may not come at you, You caſt a ſnare your countrey to betraye, And woulde you haue me truſt you now for true? Remembre Batte the fooliſh blink eyed boye Which was at Rome, thou knoweſt whome I meane, Remember eke the preatie beardleſſe toye, Whereby thou foundſt a ſafe returne to Geane, Doe ſo againe: (God ſhielde thou ſhouldſt haue néede,) But rather ſo, than to forſweare thy ſelfe: A loyall hearte, (beleeue this as thy Creede) Is euermore more woorth than worldly pelfe. And for one leſſon, take this more of mée, There are thrée Ps almoſt in euery place, From whiche I counſell thee alwayes to flée, And take good hede of them in any caſe, The firſt is poyſon, perillous in déede To ſuch as trauayle with a heauie purſſe: And thou my Batte beware, for thou haſt néede, Thy purſſe is lynde with paper, which is wurſſe: Thy billes of credite wil not they thinkſt thou, Be bayte to ſette Italyan hands on woorke? Yes by my faye, and neuer worſe than nowe, When euery knaue hath leyſure for to lurke, And knoweth thou commeſt for the ſhelles of Chriſte: Beware therefore where euer that thou go,