Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
TO the Barge to, Come they that will go, Why sirs I say when: It is high tide, We may not abide, Tide tarrieth no man. If ye will not go, Why then tell me so, Or else come away straight: If you come not soon, You shall have no room. for we have almost our frayte There are Usurers great, Who their brains do beat, In devising of guiles: False dealers also, A thousand and more, Which know store of wiles. Crafty cutpurses, Maidens milknurses, Wives of the stamp: Who love more than one, For lying alone, Is ill for the cramp. husbands as good, As wigs made of wood: We have there also, With servants so sure, As packthread most pure, Which men away through. There are such a sight, I cannot recite, The half that we have: And I of this Barge, Have the greatest charge, Their lives for to save. Courage contagious, Or courage contrarious, That is my name: To which that I will, My mind to fulfil, My manners I frame. Courage contagious, When I am outrageous, In working of ill: And Courage contrary, When that I do vary, To compass my will. For as in the be, For certain we see, Sweet honey and sting: So I in my mind, The better to blind, Two courages bring. And as with the sour, Each day and hour, The Physician inventeth: To mingle as meet, Something that is sweet, Which his patient contenteth. even so some while, To colour my guile, Do give courage to good: For I by that mean, Will convey very clean, And not be understood. Now sir to show, Whether we do go, Will do very well, We mean to prevail, And therefore we sail, To the Devil of hell. And though it be far, Yet welcome we are, When thither we come: No cheer there is, Whereof we shall miss, But be sure of some. I Courage do call, Both great and small, To the Barge of sin: Where in they do wallow, Till hell do them swallow, That is all they do win. When come ye away, Thus still I do say, As loud as I can: Take time while time is, lest that you do miss, Tide tarrieth no man. With catching and snatching Waking and watching, Running and riding: Let no time escape, That for you doth make, For Tide hath no biding. But ebbing and flowing, Coming and going, It never doth rest: Therefore when you may, Make no delay, For that is the best. By the mass sirs so where he is. I told thee that hear we should him not miss. Good master Courage most heartily good even. In faith my friends welcome, all three by saint Steven. Iesus good Lord how do ye fare? Cover your heads, why are you bare? And how sirs, now sirs, lead you your lives, Which of all you three, now the best thrives?
seed 43: T55 · seed 44: T46 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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TO the Barge to, Come they that will go, Why sirs I say whan: It is high tyde, We may not abide, Tide taryeth no man. If ye will not go, Why then tell me so, Or else come away straight: If you come not soone, You shall haue no roome. for we haue almost our frayte There are Usurers great, Who their braynes doe beat, In deuising of guyles: False dealers also, A thousand and mo, Which know store of wyles. Crafty cutpurses, Maydens mylchnurses, Wiues of the stampe: Who loue mo then one, For lying alone, Is yll for the crampe. Husbandes as good, As wigges made of wood: We haue there also, With seruauntes so sure, As packthred most pure, Which men away thro. There are such a sight, I cannot resite, The halfe that we haue: And I of this Barge, Haue the greatest charge, Their liues for to saue. Corage contagious, Or courage contrarious, That is my name: To which that I will, My mind to fulfill, My maners I frame. Corage contagious, When I am outragious, In working of yll: And Corage contrary, When that I doe vary, To compasse my will. For as in the Bée, For certayne we sée, Swéete honey and sting: So I in my mind, The better to blind, Two corages bring. And as with the sowre, Ech day and hower, The Phisition inuenteth: To mingle as méete, Something that is swéete, Which his pacient contēteth. Euen so some while, To collour my guile, Do geue corage to good: For I by that meane, Will conuey very cleane, And not be vnderstood. Now syr to showe, Whether we do goe, Will doe very well, We meane to preuayle, And therefore we sayle, To the Diuell of hell. And though it be farre, Yet welcome we are, When thether we come: No chere there is, Whereof we shall misse, But be sure of some. I Corage do call, Both great and small, To the Barge of sinne: Where in they doe wallow, Tyll hell doe them swallow, That is all they do win. When come ye away, Thus still I doe say, As lowde as I can: Take time while time is, Least that you doe misse, Tyde taryeth no man. With catching and snatching Waking and watching, Running and ryding: Let no time escape, That for you doth make, For Tyde hath no byding. But ebbing and flowing, Comming and going, It neuer doth rest: Therefore when you may, Make no delay, For that is the best. ¶By the masse syrs soe where he is. ¶I tould thée that heare we should him not misse. ¶Good mayster Corage most hartely good euen. ¶In fayth my friendes welcome, all thrée by saynt Steuen. Iesus good Lord how doe ye fare? Couer your heads, why are you bare? And how syrs, now syrs, leade you your liues, Which of all you thrée, now the best thriues?