Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 25] (Annals) moral · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.
Sir, I overheard your wise instructions, And wonder at the gravity of your counsel. This wild unbridled boy is not yet grown Acquainted with the world; He has not felt The weight of need, that want is virtue's clog; Of what necessity, respect and value Wealth is; how base and how contemptible Poverty makes us. Liberality In some circumstances may be allowed; As when it has no end but honesty, With a respect of person, quantity, Quality, time and place; but this profuse, Vain, injudicious spending speaks him Idiot. And yet the best of liberality Is to be liberal to ourselves; and thus Your wisdom is most liberal, and knows How fond a thing it is for discreet men To purchase with the loss of their estate The name of one poor virtue liberality. And that too only from the mouth of beggars. One of your judgement would not I am sure Buy all the virtues at so dear a rate. Nor are you sir, I dare presume, so fond As for to weigh your gains by the strict scale Of equity, and justice; Names invented To keep us beggars! I would counsel now Your son to tread no steps but yours, for they Will certainly direct him the broad way That leads unto the place where Plenty dwells, And she shall give him honour. Your tongue is powerful: Pray read this Lecture to my son; I go To find my scrivener, who is gone I hear To a strange Glass wherein all things appear. To see if it can show him his lost ears. Now to your Lecture. And to such a one As you will be a willing Pupil to. Think you I meant all that I told your father? No, 'twas to blind the eyes of the old Hunks. I love a man like you that can make much Of his blessed Genius: Miracle of Charity! That open hand becomes thee; Let thy Father Scrape like the Dunghill cock the dirt, and mire, To find a precious Gem for thee, the Chicken Of the white Hen to wear. It is a wonder How such a generous branch as you, could spring From that old root of damned avarice! For every widow's house the father swallows, The son should spew a Tavern. How are we Richer than others, not in having much, But in be stowing; And that shines glorious in you. The chuff●… crownes Imprisoned in his rusty chest me thinks I hear groan out, and long till they be thine, In hope to see the light again. Thou canst not Stand in a flood of Nectar up to th' chin, And yet not dare to sup it; nor canst suffer The Golden Apples dangle at thy lips, But thou wilt taste the fruit. 'Tis generous this! Gramercy, thou shalt be Doctor o'th' chair. Here— 'tis too little, but 'tis all my store, I'll in to pump my dad, and fetch thee more.
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Sir, I overheard your wise instructions, And wonder at the gravitie of your counsell. This wild unbridled boy is not yet grown Acquainted with the world; He has not felt The weight of need, that want is vertue's clog; Of what necessity, respect and value Wealth is; how base and how contemptible Poverty makes us. Liberality In some circumstances may be allow'd; As when it has no end but honesty, With a respect of person, quantity, Quality, time and place; but this profuse, Vaine, injudicious spending speaks him Ideot. And yet the best of liberalitie Is to be liberall to our selves; and thus Your wisdome is most liberall, and knowes How fond a thing it is for discreet men To purchase with the losse of their estate The name of one poore vertue liberalitie. And that too only from the mouth of beggers. One of your judgment would not I am sure Buy all the vertues at so deare a rate. Nor are you sir, I dare presume, so fond As for to weigh your gains by the strict scale Of equity, and Iustice; Names invented To keepe us beggers! I would counsell now Your son to tread no steps but yours, for they Will certainly direct him the broad way That leads unto the place wher Plenty dwels, And shee shall give him honour. Your tongue is pow'rfull: Pray read this Lecture to my sonne; I goe To find my scriv'ner, who is gone I heare To a strange Glasse wherein all things appeare. To see if it can shew him his lost eares. Now to your Lecture. And to such a one As you will be a willing Pupill to. Think you I meant all that I told your father? No, 'twas to blind the eyes of the old Huncks. I love a man like you that can make much Of his blest Genius: Miracle of Charity! That open hand becomes thee; Let thy Father Scrape like the Dunghill cock the dirt, and mire, To find a pretious Gemme for thee, the Chicken Of the white Hen to weare. It is a wonder How such a generous branch as you, could spring From that old root of damned avarice! For every widdowes house the father swallowes, The sonne should spue a Taverne. How are we Richer then others, not in having much, But in be stowing; And that shines glorious in you. The chuff crownes Imprison'd in his rusty chest me thinkes I heare groan out, and long till they be thine, In hope to see the light againe. Thou canst not Stand in a flood of Nectar up to th' chin, And yet not dare to sup it; nor canst suffer The Golden Apples dangle at thy lips, But thou wilt tast the fruit. 'Tis generous this! Gramercy, thou shalt be Doctor o'th' chaire. Here—'tis too little, but 'tis all my store, I'le in to pumpe my dad, and fetch thee more.