Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
And sayest thou so my sured friend, than hap as hap shall hit, Let Constance grope, & judgement crave, I will not shrink one whit I well persever in my thought, I will deflower her youth, I will not sure reverted be, my heart shall have no ruth, Come on proceed and wait on me, I will hap woe or wealth, Hap blunt, hap sharp, hap life, hap death, though Haphazard be of health At hand (quoth pick purse) here ready am I, See well to the Cut Purse, be ruled by me. O clear unspotted gifts of Love, How haps thou art refused? Oh Conscience clear, what cruel mind Thy truth hath thus misused? I spotted am by wilful will, By lawless love and lust By dreadful danger of the life. By faith that is unjust. Ah gift of Ioue, ah Fortune's face, Ah state of steady life: I justice am and Prime of peers, The end of Laws and strife: A guider of the common weal, A guerdon to the poor: And yet hath filthy lust suppressed, My virtues in one hour, Well well this is the most to trust, In end we shall espire: To see the end of these our foes With sword and eke with fire. Oh help ye Gods, we members require. When gain is no gransier, And gauds nought set by: Nor Puddings, nor Pie meat, Poor knaves will come nigh: Then hap and Haphazard, Shall have a new coat: And so it may happen. To cut covetousness throat: Yea then shall judge Apius. Virginia obtain: And Geese shall crack Mussels, Perhaps in the rain: Larks shallbe Leverets, And skip to and fro: And chourls shallbe codsheads, Perhaps and also: But peace for man's body, Haphazard be mum, Fie prattling noddy, judge Apius is come. THe furies fell of limbo Lake. my Princely days do short: All drowned in deadly woes I live, that once did joy in sport, I live and languish in my life, as doth the wounded dear: I thirst, I crave, I call and cry, and yet am nought the mere: And yet I have that me so match, But Tantalus amids my care, I hunger starve and pine: As Sisyphus I roll the stone, in vain to top of Hill: That evermore uncertainly, revolving slideth still: Oh, as if to her it were to me, what labours would I fly? What raging seas would I not blow, to her commodity? But out alas I doubt it sore, lest drowsy Morpheus: His slumbery kingdoms granted hath, with Dews and beauteous: Oh Gods above that rule the Skies, ye Babes that brag in bliss: Ye Goddesses, ye Graces you, what burning brunt is this? Bend down your Ire, destroy me quick: or else to grant me grace, No more but that my burning breast, Virginia may embrace: If case your ears be dead and deaf, the fiend and sprites below: You careless carls of Limbo Lake, your forced mights do show. Thou Caitiff King of darksome den, thou Pluto plagued knave: Send forth thy sacred vengeance straight, consume them to the grave: That will not aid my case,
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And ſaieſt thou ſo my ſured fréende, then hap as hap ſhall hit, Let Conſtence grope, & iudgement craue, I wil not ſhrink one whit I well perſeuer in my thought, I will deflower hir youth, I will not ſure reuerted be, my hart ſhall haue no ruth, Come on proceede and wayteou me, I will hap woe or wealth, Hap blunt, hap ſharp, hap life, hap death, though Haphazard be of health At hand (quoth picke purſe) here redy am I, See well to the Cut Purſe, be ruled by me. O cleare vnſpotted giftes of Loue, How haps thou art refuſed? Oh Conſience cleare, what cruell minde Thy truth hath thus miſuſed? I ſpotted am by wilfull will, By lawles loue and luſte By dreadfull daunger of the life. By faith that is vniuſt. Ah gift of Ioue, ah Fortunes face, Ah ſtate of ſteddy life: I Iuſtice am and Prime of péeres, The end of Lawes and ſtrife: A guider of the common weale, A gwerdon to the poore: And yet hath filthy luſt ſuppreſt, My vertues in one houre, Well well this is the moſt to truſt, In ende we ſhall eſpire: To ſee the end of theſs our foes With ſword and eke with fire. Oh help ye Gods, we members require. When gayne is no granſier, And gaudes naught ſet by: Nor Puddings, nor Pie meate, Poore knaues will come nie: Then hap and Haphazard, Shall haue a new cote: And ſo it may happen. To cut couetouſneſſe throte: Yea then ſhall Iudge Apius. Virginia obtayne: And Geeſe ſhall cracke Muſſels, Perhaps in the rayne: Lerkes ſhalbe Leuerets, And ſkip to and fro: And chourles ſhalbe codſheads, Perhaps and alſo: But peace for mans body, Haphazard be mum, Fie pratlyng noddy, Iudge Apius is come. THe furies fell of Lymbo Lake. my Princely daies doo ſhorte: All drownde in deadly woes I liue, that once dyd ioy in ſport, I liue and languiſh in mylyſe, as doth the wounded Deare: I thirſt, I craue, I call and crie, and yet am naught the meare: And yet I haue that me ſo match, But Tantalus amids my care, I hunger ſterue and pine: As Siſsifus I roule the ſtone, in vaine to top of Hill: That euermore vncertainly, reuoluing ſlideth ſtill: Oh, as if to her it were to me, what labours would I flie? What raging ſeas would I not plow, to her commoditie? But out alas I doubt it ſore, leſt drouſy Morpheus: His ſlumbry kingdomes graunted hath, with Dewes and bewtious: Oh Gods aboue that rule the Skies, ye Babes that bragge in bliſſe: Ye Goddeſſes, ye Graces you, what burning brunt is this? Bend downe your Ire, deſtroy me quicke: or els to graunt me grace, No more but that my burning breſte, Virginia may imbace: If caſe your eares be dead and deafe, the Feende and ſprites beloe: You careleſſe arl of Limbo Lake, your forced mightes doo ſhoe. Thou Caitife Kinge of darkſome den, thou Pluto plaged knaue: Send forth thy ſacred vengeaunce ſtraight, conſume them to the graue: That will not aide my caſe,