Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Oh his blood Is much corrupted. This doth feed that vein From whence lascivious Songs, lewd Epigrams And obscene Satyrs flow. This itching humour Oft keeps him waking: watching, fills his brains With giddy phantasms; yet we'll not take too much. Bring me the cupping Glass. What, must he be martyred? This is most needful, else that windy matter Which often grieves him worser than the colic Till it break forth, will still continue. Now I wish The hypocaustical and brothel-writers were thus eased, Which vent forth volumes faster than the Press Can get in rags for Paper. 'Tis enough. Light the Perfume: Methinks he moves a little, Sweet smells confirm the sense and ease the brain, And though no vapour nourish, it conveys The spirits to the purest root of life. What stir yet? the Music is at hand, Attended with a Mask. It comes most seasonable. I think 'twere best we conveyed him in again Analysis, And let him rest a while upon his pallet. It may do well, I will not leave him now Until these hopes grow stronger. Let us go. My Lord, I have contrived the accusations. Well, let me hear them: mine own wits do fail, It may be there is somewhat thought upon, May help in extremity: let's hear. My Lord, Forgetful of her honour, mighty Truth, In base and mean attire hath walked the streets, Yea, which hath made my modesty to blush, Stark naked hath she oftentimes appeared, And flying better presence, usually With children, and gross-pated long-tongued fools, And poor distracted persons hath been found, On Tavern benches plunged all in Wine, By senseless drunkards lovingly embraced. she oft hath sucked impure and loathsome breath, From their unclean and foul stink-belching throats, With most disgraced-esteemed heretics Conversing always: never was she seen Amongst religious, far more glorious And fair appearing holy Confessors. And have her daughters so demeaned themselves. The heavens, stars, the Regions of the air, The land, the Sea, Scientia hath seen, But is a stranger in what most concerns The country, families, or private good. She is become the only patroness Of idleness, and self consuming sloth. The quickest spirits, fit for action, Being dulled in fruitless speculation: Yea many of her most admired strain, Puffed with conceits of their all knowing skill, Have run stark mad, or in a vilder vein, To damned Atheism have been inclined. Lady Opinion seeks to insinuate, And win good liking with the vulgar sort To them, since pleasing objects she propounds, And with most curious art and industry, Doth both invite, and entertain their loves. Prudent and virtuous axioms she hath made Distasteful seem, and Paradoxical. She sometimes simple, most times subtle is, But now deceitful, straight deceivable, And only constant in inconstancy. This will do well, for I must take some course To satisfy this overcurious age. But what news hear'st thou stirring? Sir, I hear that Lord Opposition and Contradiction have hurt each other.
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Oh his blood Is much corrupted. This doth feed that veyne From whence lascivious Songs, lewd Epigrams And obscene Satyrs flow. This itching humour Oft keepes him waking: watching, fils his braines With gyddy phantasmes; yet we'l not take too much. Bring me the cupping Glasse. What, must he be martyr'd? This is most needfull, else that windy matter Which often grieves him worser then the Cholick Till it breake forth, will still continue. Now I wish The Hypocausticall and brothel-writers were thus eas'd, Which vent forth volumes faster then the Presse Can get in rags for Paper. 'Tis enough. Light the Perfume: Methinkes he moves a little, Sweet smels confirme the sense and ease the braine, And though no vapour nourish, it conveyes The spirits to the purest root of life. What stirre yet? the Musick is at hand, Attended with a Maske. It comes most seasonable. I thinke 'twere best we convey'd him in again Analysis, And let him rest a while upon his pallet. It may doe well, I will not leave him now Vntill these hopes grow stronger. Let us goe. My Lord, I have contriv'd the accusations. Well, let me heare them: mine own wits doe faile, It may be there is somewhat thought upon, May helpe in extremity: let's heare. My Lord, Forgetfull of her honour, mighty Truth, In base and meane attire hath walkt the streets, Yea, which hath made my modesty to blush, Starke naked hath she oftentimes appear'd, And flying better presence, usually With children, and grosse-pated long-tongu'd fooles, And poore distracted persons hath been found, On Taverne benches plunged all in Wine, By sencelesse drunkards lovingly embrac'd. Shee oft hath suckt impure and loathsome breath, From their uncleane and foule stinck-belching throats, With most disgrac't-esteemed hereticks Conversing alwayes: never was she seene Amongst religious, far more glorious And faire appearing holy Confessors. And have her daughters so demean'd themselves. The heavens, starrs, the Regions of the aire, The land, the Sea, Scientia hath seene, But is a stranger in what most concernes The countrey, families, or private good. She is become the only patronesse Of idlenes, and selfe consuming sloath. The quickest spirits, fit for action, Being dul'd in fruitlesse speculation: Yea many of her most admired straine, Puft with conceits of their all knowing skill, Have run starke mad, or in a vilder veine, To damned Atheisme have beene inclin'd. Lady Opinion seeks to insinuate, And winne good liking with the vulgar sort To them, since pleasing objects she propounds, And with most curious art and industry, Doth both invite, and entertaine their loves. Prudent and vertuous axioms she hath made Distastfull seeme, and Paradoxicall. She sometimes simple, most times subtile is, But now deceitfull, straight deceiveable, And only constant in inconstancy. This will doe well, for I must take some course To satisfie this overcurious age. But what newes hear'st thou stirring? Sir, I heare that Lord Opposition and Contradiction have hurt each other.