Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 25] (Annals) moral · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
'Twill put down Bodlies, and the Vatican. Royal Banausus! how many Spheres fly you Above the earthy dull Microprepes! I hope to live to see you build a stews Shall outbrave Venice; To repair old Tyburn And make it Cedar. This magnificent course Doth purchase you an immortality. In them you build your Honour to remain Thexample and the wonder of Posterity. While other hidebound Churls do grudge themselves▪ The Charges of a Tomb. But I'll have one In which I'll lie embalmed with Mirth and Cassia, And richer unguents than th' Egyptian Kings. And all that this my precious Tomb may furnish The Land with Mummy. Yonder is a Glass Will show you plots and models of all monuments Formed the old way, you may invent a new 'Twill make for your more glory. Colax true. These are the extremes of Magnanimity. Caunus a fellow so highly conceited of his own parts, that he thinks no honour above him; the other Micropsychus a base and low spirited fellow▪ that undervaluing his own qualities, dares not aspire to those dignities, that otherwise his merits are capable of. I wonder that I hear no news from Court! All hail unto the honourable Caunus. The honourable Caunus? 'tis decreed I am a Privy Counsellor; our new honours Cannot so alter us as that we can Forget our Friends, walk with us our familiar. It puzzles me to think what worth I have, That they should put so great an honour on me. Sir I do know, and see, and so do all That have not wilful blindness, what rare skill Of wisdom, Policy, judgement and the rest Of the state-vertues sit within this breast, As if it were their Parliament; but as yet I am not Sir the happy Messenger That tells you you are called unto the Helm; Or that the Rudder of great Brittany Is put into your Hands, that you may steer Our floating Delos till she be arrived At the blessed Port of Happiness, and surnamed The Fortunate Isle from you that are the fortunate. 'Tis strange that I the best experienced The skilfulst and the rarest of all Carpenters, Should not be yet a Privy Counsellor! Surely the State wants eyes, or has drunk opium And sleeps; but when it wakes it cannot choose But meet the glorious beams of my deserts Bright as the rising Sun, and say to England, England behold thy light! Make me a constable! Make me that am the simplest of my neighbours So great a Magistrate! so powerful an officer! I blush at my unworthiness: a Constable! The very Prince o'th' parish! you are one Sir Of an ability to discharge it better, Let me resign to you. How? I a Constable? What might I be in your opinion Sir? A Carpenter of worship▪
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'Twill put down Bodlies, and the Vatican. Royall Banausus! how many Sphears fly you Above the earthy dull Microprepes! I hope to live to see you build a stewes Shall out-brave Venice; To repaire old Tiburne And make it Cedar. This magnificent course Doth purchase you an immortality. In them you build your Honour to remaine Th-example and the wonder of Posterity. While other hidebound Churles doe grutch thēselves▪ The Charges of a Tombe. But Ile have one In which Ile lye embalm'd with Mirthe and Cassia, And richer unguents then th' Aegyptian Kings. And all that this my pretious Tombe may furnish The Land with Mummye. Yonder is a Glasse Will shew you plots and models of all monuments Form'd the old way, you may invent a new 'Twill make for your more glory. Colax true. These are the extreams of Magnanimity. Caunus a fellow so highly conceited of his own parts, that he thinks no honour above him; the other Micropsychus a base and low spirited fellow▪ that undervaluing his own qualities, dares not aspire to those dignities, that otherwise his merits are capable of. I wonder that I hear no newes from Court! All haile unto the honourable Caunus. The honourable Caunus? Tis decreed I am a Privy Counsellor; our new honors Cannot so alter us as that we can Forget our Friends, walk with us our familiar. It puzles me to think what worth I have, That they should put so great an honour on me. Sir I doe know, and see, and so doe all That have not wilfull blindnesse, what rare skill Of wisdome, Policy, Iudgement and the rest Of the state-vertues sit within this brest, As if it were their Parliament; but as yet I am not Sir the happy Messenger That tels you you are cal'd unto the Helme; Or that the Rudder of great Britany Is put into your Hands, that you may steere Our floating Delos till she be arriv'd At the blest Port of Happinesse, and surnam'd The Fortunate Ifle from you that are the fortunate. 'Tis strange that I the best experienc'd The skilfulst and the rarest of all Carpenters, Should not be yet a Privy Counsellour! Surely the State wants eyes, or has drunke opium And sleepes; but when it wakes it cannot chuse But meet the glorious beams of my deserts Bright as the rising Sunne, and say to England, England behold thy light! Make me a constable! Make me that am the simplest of my neighbours So great a Magistrate! so powrfull an officer! I blush at my unworthinesse: a Constable! The very Prince o'th' parish! you are one Sir Of an ability to discharge it better, Let me resigne to you. How? I a Constable? What might I be in your opinion Sir? A Carpenter of worship▪