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 · 517 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.
Where inwardly they be but hollow gear, As weak as wind, which with one puff up goeth: And yet they brag, and think they have no peer, Because Harlem hath hitherto held out, Although in deed (as they have suffered Spain) The end thereof even now doth rest in doubt. Well, as for that, let it (for me) remain In God his hands, whose hand hath brought me out, To tell my Lord this tale now ta'en in hand, As how they train their trezons all in drink, And when themselves for drunk can scarcely stand, Yet suck out secrets (as themselves do think) From guests. The best (almost) in all their land, (I name no man, for that were broad before) Will (as men say) enure the same sometime, But surely this (or I mistake him sore) Or else he can (but let it pass in rhyme) Dissemble deep, and mock sometimes the more: Well, drunkenness is here good company, And therewithal per consequens it falls That whoredom is accounted jollity: A gentle state, where two such Tenisballes Are tossed still and better bowls let lie. I cannot herewith from my Lord conceal, How God and Mammon here do devil yfeare, And how the Mass is cloaked under veal Of policy, till all the coast be clear. Ne can I choose, but I must ring a peal, To tell what hypocrites the Nuns here be: And how the old Nuns be content to go, Before a man in streets like mother B, Until they come whereas there dwells a Ho, (Re: ceyve that half, and let the rest go free) There can they point with finger as they pass, Yea sir, sometimes they can come in themself, To strike the bergaine 'tween a wanton lass, And Edel bloets: now is not this good pelf? As for the young Nuns, they be bright as glass, And chaste forsooth, met v: and anders niet: What said I? what? that is a mystery, I may no verse of such a theme indite, Young Rowlande York may tell it bet than I: Yet to my Lord this little will I writ, That though I have (my self) no skill at all, To take the countenance of a Colonel, Had I a good Lieutenant general, As good Iohn Zuche wherever that he dwell, Or else Ned Dennye (fair might him befall) I could have brought a noble regiment Of smugskinnde Nuns into my country soil: But farewell they as things impertinent, Let them (for me) go devil with master Moyle, Who hath behight to place them well in Kent. And I shall well my silly self content, To come alone unto my lovely Lord, And unto him (when rhyming sport is spent) To tell some sad and reasonable word, Of Hollandes' state, the which I will present, In Cartes, in Maps, and eke in Models made, If God of heaven my purpose not prevent. And in mean while although my wits do wade In ranging rhyme, and fling some folly forth, I trust my Lord will take it well in worth.
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Where inwardely they be but hollowe géere, As weake as winde, which with one puffe vp goeth: And yet they bragge, and thinke they haue no péere, Bicauſe Harlem hath hitherto helde out, Although in déed (as they haue ſuffred Spayne) The ende thereof euen now doth reſt in doubt. Well, as for that, let it (for me) remaine In God his hands, whoſe hand hath brought me out, To tell my Lord this tale nowe tane in hande, As howe they traine their trezons all in drinke, And when them ſelues for drunk can ſcarcely ſtande, Yet ſucke out ſecretes (as them ſelues do thinke) From gueſts. The beſt (almoſt) in all their lande, (I name no man, for that were brode before) Will (as men ſay) enure the ſame ſometime, But ſurely this (or I miſtake him ſore) Or elſe he can (but let it paſſe in rime) Diſſemble déepe, and mocke ſometimes the more: Well, drunkenneſſe is here good companie, And therewithall per conſequens it falles That whordome is accompted iollitie: A gentle ſtate, where two ſuche Teniſballes Are toſſed ſtill and better bowles let lie. I cannot herewith from my Lord conceale, How God and Mammon here do dwell yfeare, And how the Maſſe is cloked vnder veale Of pollicie, till all the coaſt be cleare. Ne can I chuſe, but I muſt ring a peale, To tell what hypocrytes the Nunnes here be: And how the olde Nunnes be content to go, Before a man in ſtreates like mother B, Vntill they come wheras there dwels a Ho, (Re: ceyue that halfe, and let the reſt go frée) There can they poynt with finger as they paſſe, Yea ſir, ſometimes they can come in themſelfe, To ſtrike the bergaine twéene a wanton laſſe, And Edel bloets: nowe is not this good pelfe? As for the yong Nunnes, they be bright as glaſſe, And chaſte forſooth, met v: and anders niet: What ſayde I? what? that is a miſterie, I may no verſe of ſuch a theame endite, Yong Rowlande Yorke may tell it bet than I: Yet to my Lorde this little will I write, That though I haue (my ſelfe) no ſkill at all, To take the countnance of a Colonel, Had I a good Lieutenant general, As good Iohn Zuche whereuer that he dwel, Or elſe Ned Dennye (faire mought him befal) I coulde haue brought a noble regiment Of ſmugſkinnde Nunnes into my countrey ſoyle: But farewell they as things impertinent, Let them (for me) go dwell with maſter Moyle, Who hath behight to place them well in Kent. And I ſhall well my ſillie ſelfe content, To come alone vnto my louely Lorde, And vnto him (when riming ſporte is ſpent) To tel ſome ſadde and reaſonable worde, Of Hollandes ſtate, the which I will preſent, In Cartes, in Mappes, and eke in Models made, If God of heauen my purpoſe not preuent. And in meane while although my wits do wade In ranging rime, and fling ſome follie foorth, I truſt my Lorde will take it well in woorth.