Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 492 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Although (by sweat) they learn to live and last When they have danced after Guydoes' pipe: Therefore I thought it meet to warn my friend Of this foul PEA, and so an end of Ps. Now for thy diet mark my tale to end, And thank me then, for that is all my fees. See thou exceed not in three double Us, The first is Wine, which may inflame thy blood, The second Women, such as haunt the stews, The third is Wilfulness, which doth no good. These three eschew, or temper them always: So shall my Bat prolong his youthful years, And see long George again, with happy days, Who if he be as faithful to his fears, As he was wont, will daily pray for Bat, And for (a) Pencoyde: and if it fall out so, That Iames a Parrye do but make good that, Which he hath said: and if he be (not, not) The best companion that long George can find, Then at the Spawe I promise' for to be In August next, if God turn not my mind, Where as I would be glad thyself to see: Till then farewell, and thus I end my song, Take it in 'gree, for else thou dost me wrong. MY worthy Lord, I pray you wonder not, To see your woodman shoot so oft awry, Nor that he stands amazed like a sot, And lets the harmless dear (unhurt) go by. Or if he strike a Do which is but carrion, Laugh not good Lord, but favour such a fault, Take will in worth, he would feign hit the barren, But though his heart be good, his hap is nought: And therefore now I crave your Lordship's leave, To tell you plain what is the cause of this: First if it please your honour to perceive, What makes your woodman shoot so oft amiss, Believe me L. the case is nothing strange, He shoots awry almost at every mark, His eyes have been so used for to range, That now God knows they be both dim and dark. For proof he bears the note of folly now, Who shot sometimes to hit Philosophy, And ask you why? forsooth I make avow, Because his wanton wits went all awry. Next that, he shot to be a man of law, And spent sometime with learned Litleton, Yet in the end, he proved but a daw●, For law was dark and he had quickly done. Then could he wish Fitzharbert such a brain, As Tully had, to writ the law by art, So that with pleasure, or with little pain, He might perhaps, have caught a truants part. But all to late, he most misliked the thing, Which most might help to guide his arrow straight▪ He winked wrong, and so let slip the string, Which cast him wide, for all his quaint conceit. From thence he shot to catch a courtly grace,
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Although (by ſweate) they learne to liue and laſt When they haue daunced after Guydoes pype: Therfore I thought it méete to warne my frende Of this foule P, and ſo an ende of Ps. Now for thy diet marke my tale to ende, And thanke me then, for that is all my fees. Sée thou excéede not in thrée double Vs, The firſt is Wine, which may enflame thy bloud, The ſecond Women, ſuch as haunte the ſtewes, The thirde is Wilfulneſſe, which dooth no good. Theſe thrée eſchue, or temper them alwayes: So ſhall my Batte prolong his youthfull yéeres, And ſée long George againe, with happie dayes, Who if he bée as faithfull to his féeres, As hée was wonte, will dayly pray for Batte, And for Pencoyde: and if it fall out ſo, That Iames a Parrye doo but make good that, Which he hath ſayde: and if he bée (no, no) The beſt companion that long George can finde, Then at the Spawe I promiſe for to bée In Auguſte nexte, if God turne not my minde, Where as I would bée glad thyſelfe to ſée: Till then farewell, and thus I ende my ſong, Take it in grée, for elſe thou doeſt mée wrong. MY woorthy Lord, I pray you wonder not, To ſée your woodman ſhoote ſo ofte awrie, Nor that he ſtands amaſed like a ſot, And lets the harmleſſe deare (vnhurt) go by. Or if he ſtrike a Doe which is but carren, Laugh not good Lord, but fauoure ſuch a fault, Take will in worth, he would faine hit the barren, But though his harte be good, his happe is naught: And therefore now I craue your Lordſhips leaue, To tell you plaine what is the cauſe of this: Firſt if it pleaſe your honour to perceyue, What makes your woodman ſhoote ſo ofte amiſſe, Beléeue me L. the caſe is nothing ſtrange, He ſhootes awrie almoſt at euery marke, His eyes haue bene ſo vſed for to raunge, That now God knowes they be both dimme and darke. For proofe he beares the note of follie now, Who ſhotte ſometimes to hit Philoſophie, And aſke you why? forſooth I make auow, Bicauſe his wanton wittes went all awrie. Next that, he ſhot to be a man of lawe, And ſpent ſometime with learned Litleton, Yet in the end, he proued but a daw, For lawe was darke and he had quickly done. Then could he wiſh Fitzharbert ſuch a braine, As Tully had, to write the lawe by arte, So that with pleaſure, or with litle paine, He might perhaps, haue caught a trewants parte. But all to late, he moſt miſlikte the thing, Which moſt might helpe to guide his arrow ſtreight▪ He winked wrong, and ſo let ſlippe the ſtring, Which caſt him wide, for all his queint conceit. From thence he ſhotte to catch a courtly grace,