Richards, Nathaniel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Fie Cajus fie, turned Satire 'gainst your friends, Alas you're blind my friends, and I am sorry. Pish; were't not for sparkling beauty, precious woman, Woman I say, that fair and winning creature, Whose ne'er to be resisted delicate touch, Divides us into all the sweets of sense, Were't not for her, (glorious sweet faced woman,) Man makes no use of his Creation, What says our Roman phrase, Si non letaris vivens laetabere nanquam. Leave then this puling study and be ruled. Hang up Philosophy that Scene of sorrow, Come go with me to beauties fair abode, There, if you'll make true trial of your strength, Let it be there employed; do but withstand The catching beauties there, and spite of all Their powerful charms and incantations Come freely off, untainted with the Act. For ever I'll abjure to be seduced By the world's quaint enticements; betake me Wholly to Philosophy, and practise The same in life. So shall Proculus. O were I sure that sworn you'd keep, & not Infringe your vows (though noble wisdom bids, To shun the glorious strumpets liquorish snares,) You soon should find me sudden, dare to stand, The baits of whorish fortitude unmoved. Talk not but do't. Therein consists the Test Of complete man. Then on this book take Oath, Swear that by all the good therein contained, And all that's good the virtues of true Man, At my return free from adulterate sin To live true friends to virtue ever after You shall prevail. We swear. So deeply swear That may loves thunder strike when we forsake Our vows. 'tis well, lead on; And if I ever prove False to Syllana punish me great Iove. hay ho, what Hem, Hem, Hem, what Hem I say. Here Mistress. Stitch, oh Stitch. In your side Madam. No Stitch, o'erthwart my heart, O I shall die; The bottle, the bottle, the bottle knave the bottle. Do do drink and be fatter still up with't, Why so my brave bundle of guts and garbage. I you may well say drink, well may I drink All sorrow from my heart, for I thank you Ten thousand sesterces, this day is lost To our victorious Empress Messallina; Witness the Number five and twenty, All in the circuit of a day and night, And yet she's ready for a new delight. She may, for who but she dares do the like, For a poor subject, halfe the number serves, On greatest Queens most servants still attends. Hadst not provocations to enable thee, Confection of Cantharides, Diasaterion Eringoes, Snails, Oysters, Alligant, and could not these Make thee hold out with five and twenty; 'Twas but a forenoon's work, a forenoon's work You paltry puling. ay, in your young days. In my young days, I tell thee small Flounder, Old as I am and fat, I durst yet wager, To lay twice the number of such shrimps as thee, That they should ne'er rise more.
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Fie Cajus fie, turn'd Satire gainst your friends, Alas y'are blind my friends, and I am sorry. Pish; wer't not for sparkling beauty, pretious woman, Woman I say, that faire and winning creature, Whose ne'r to be resisted delicate touch, Divides us into all the sweets of sense, Wer't not for her, (glorious sweet fac'd woman,) Man makes no use of his Creation, What saies our Roman phrase, Si non letaris vivens laetabere nanquam. Leave then this puling study and be rul'd. Hang up Philosophy that Sceane of sorrow, Come goe with me to beauties faire abode, There, if you'l make true tryall of your strength, Let it be there imploy'd; doe but withstand The catching beauties there, and spight of all Their povverfull charmes and incantations Come freely off, untainted with the Act. For ever Ile abjure to be seduc'd By the worlds quainte enticements; betake me Wholly to Philosophy, and practise The same in life. So shall Proculus. O were I sure that sworne you'd keepe, & not Infringe your vowes (though noble wisedome bids, To shunne the glorious strumpets licorish snares,) You soone should finde me sudaine, dare to stand, The baites of whoorish fortitude unmoov'd. Talke not but do't. Therein consists the Test Of compleat man. Then on this booke take Oath, Sweare that by all the good therein contain'd, And all that's good the vertues of true Man, At my returne free from adult'ate sinne To live true friends to vertue ever after You shall prevaile. We sweare. So deepely sweare That may loves thunder strike when we forsake Our vowes. Tis well, lead on; And if I ever prove False to Syllana punish me great Iove. Hey ho, what Hem, Hem, Hem, what Hem I say. Here Mistresse. Stitch, oh Stitch. In your side Madam. No Stitch, orethwart my heart, O I shall die; The bottle, the bottle, the bottle knave the bottle. Doe doe drinke and be fatter still up with't, Why so my brave bundle of guts and garbish. I you may well say drinke, well may I drink All sorrow from my heart, for I thanke you Ten thousand sesterces, this day is lost To our victorious Empresse Messallina; Witnesse the Number five and twentie, All in the circuit of a day and night, And yet shees ready for a new delight. She may, for who but shee dares do the like, For a poore subject, alse the number serves, On greatest Queenes most servants still attends. Hadst not provocations to enable thee, Confection of Cantharides, Diasaterion Eringoes, Snailes, Oysters, Alligant, and could not these Make thee hold out with five and twentie; 'Twas but a Forenoones worke, a forenoones worke You paltry puling. I, in your young dayes. In my young dayes, I tell thee small Flounder, Old as I am and fat, I durst yet wager, To lay twice the number of such shrimpes as thee, That they should ne're rise more.