Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 17] (Annals) masque unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
In which we'll toudg your ears, with the praise of her thirteen S'eeres; And make you as glad, and merry as fourteen pot of Perrie. Still, still we'll toudg your ears with the praise, etc. 'tIs true, was wear him Jerkin freeze, but what is that? we have store of s'eize, And Got his plenty of Goat's milk that cell him well, will buy him silk Enough to make him fine to quarrel At Hereford-sizes in new apparel; And get him as much green Melmet perhaps, s'all give it a face to his Monmouth cap. But than the ore of Lemster, By got is never a Sempster; That when he is spun, over did, Yet match him with her third Still, still, etc. AVll this's the backs now, let us tell ye, of some provisions for the belly: As Cid, and Goat, and great Goat's mother, and Runt, and Cow, and good Cowes Uther. And once but taste o'the Welse-mutton, your Englis-s'eep's not worth a button. And than for your Fiss, s'all shoose it your diss. look but about, and there is a Trout. A Salmon, Cor, or Chevin, Will feed you six, or seven, As taull man as ever swagger, With Welse-hooke, or long dagger. Still, still, etc. But aull this while was never think a word in praise of our Welsh drink, Yet for aull that, is a cup of Bragat, all England S'eere, may cast his Cabat. And what you say to Ale of Webley, toudge him as well, you'll praise him trebly, As well as Metheglin, or Sidar, or Meath, S'all S'ake it your dagger quite out o'the seath. And Oat-cake of Guarthenion, With a goodly Leek, or Onion, To give as sweet a Rellis As ere did Harper, Ellis. Still, still, etc. ANd yet, is nothing now aull this, if of our Musics we do miss; Both Harps, and Pipes too; and the Crowd, must aull come in and talk aloud, As loud as Bangu, Davies bell, of which is no doubt you have here tell, As well as our louder Wrexham, Organ, and rumbling Rocks in S'eere Glamorgan; Where look but in the ground there, And you s'all see a sound there, That put him aull together, Is sweet as measure pedder. Still, still, etc. AV, but what say you should it shance too, that we should leap it in a Dance too, And make it you as great a pleasure, if but your eyes be now at leisure; As in your ears s'all leave a laughter, to last upon you six days after? Ha! wella-goe too, let us try to do as your old Britton, things to be writ on. Come put on other looks now, And lay away your hooks too; And though yet you ha' no pump sirs, Let'hem hear that you can jump sirs. Still, still, etc.
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In which wee'll toudg your eares, with the praiſe of her thirteen S'eeres; And make yow as glad, and merrie as fourteene pot of Perrie. Still, ſtill wee'll toudg your eares with the praiſe, &c. TIs true, was weare him Sherkin freize, but what is that? we have ſtore of ſ'eize, And Got his plenty of Goats milke that ſell him well, will buy him ſilke Inough to make him fine to quarrell At Hereford-ſizes in new apparrell; And get him as much greene Melmet perhap, ſ'all give it a face to his Monmouth cap. But then the ore of Lemſter, By got is never a Sempſter; That when he is ſpun, ore did, Yet match him with hir thrid Still, ſtill, &c. AVll this's the backs now, let us tell yee, of ſome proviſions for the bellie: As Cid, and Goat, and great Goates mother, and Runt, and Cow, and good Cowes Vther. And once but taſte o'the Welſe-mutton, your Englis-ſ'eep's not worth a button. And then for your Fiſs, ſ'all ſhooſe it your diſs. looke but about, and there is a Trout. A Salmon, Cor, or Chevin, Will feed you ſix, or ſeven, As taull man as ever ſwagger, With Welſe-hooke, or long dagger. Still, ſtill, &c. BVt aull this while was never thinke a word in praiſe of our Welſe drinke, Yet for aull that, is a cup of Bragat, all England S'eere, may caſt his Cab-at. And what you ſay to Ale of Webley, toudge him as well, you'll praiſe him trebly, As well as Metheglin, or Sidar, or Meath, S'all S'ake it your dagger quite out o'the ſeath. And Oat-cake of Guarthenion, With a goodly Leeke, or Onion, To give as ſweet a Rellis As ere did Harper, Ellis. Still, ſtill, &c. ANd yet, is nothing now aull this, if of our Muſiques we doe miſſe; Both Harpes, and Pipes too; and the Crowd, muſt aull come in and tauke alowd, As lowd as Bangu, Davies bell, of which is no doubt yow have here tell, As well as our lowder Wrexham, Organ, and rumbling Rocks in S'eere Glamorgan; Where looke but in the ground there, And you ſ'all ſee a ſound there, That put him aull togedder, Is ſweet as meaſure pedder. Still, ſtill, &c. AV, but what ſay yow ſhould it ſhance too, that we ſhould leape it in a Dance too, And make it you as great a pleaſure, if but your eyes be now at leaſure; As in your eares ſ'all leave a laughter, to laſt upon you ſixe dayes after? Ha! wella-goe too, let us try to do as your old Britton, things to be writ on. Come put on other lookes now, And lay away your hookes too; And though yet you ha' no pump ſirs, Let'hem heare that yow can jump ſirs. Still, ſtill, &c.