Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Ah sirrah, I cannot choose but rejoice, When I remember my little pretty boys, My scholars I mean, who all with one voice, Cry we love Courage, without other choice. The young nymphs I encourage and lead, In riotous footsteps, so trimly to tread. That guilty, and unguilty, often they plead, And being found guilty, hang all save the head. The virgins which are but tender of age, Rather than their trim attire should suage. Their fails for new they will lay to gauge, To every slave, peasant, and page. The grand signiors, which in years are ripe, With covetous claws, like the greedy gripe. Their poor brethren, from their livings do wipe, And evermore dance, after courage's pipe. Courage never in quiet doth lie, But the Tide tarrieth no man, still he doth cry. Therefore work thy will by and by, That rich thou mayest be, whenever thou die. Of all misfortunes, mine is the worst, Truly I think I was accursed: When I was an infant, not fully nursed, Alas for grief, my heart it will burst. I daily see women as young as I, Which in white Caps, our door do go by: I am as able as they, with a man to lie, Yet my mother doth still, my wedding deny. She sayeth for wedding, that I am unfit, Maids of fourteen years she sayeth, hath no wit: And so every day she sayeth I shall tarry yet, That would God I were put quick in the pit. God wot we maids, abide much misery, And always kept in, from having liberty: Of evil tongues we walk in jeopardy, Most people are now so full of jealousy: If a youngman a maid do but kiss, Now (say the people) you may see what she is: Where if I were a wife, nothing I should miss. But live like a Lady, in all joyful bliss. I right well do know, the people's spite, Because that to be pleasant, I have delight: Therefore past grace, they say I am quite, And a wilful wanton, my name they do wright. Yet I trust in God, once to see the day, That to recompense their spite I may: For if ever I be married, and bear any sway, Than I know what I have to say. Therefore good God, make me shortly a wife, Or else shortly take away my life. Alas pretty Parnell, you may soon end this strife, Young men fit for husbands, in this town are rife. And your mother's ill will, you may soon prevent, If you will follow my council, and intent. Oh but if my mother would thereto consent, To be married this night, I could be content. But consent she or not, yet is it for thee, Unto thine own preferment to see. Dost thou with any young man so agree, That he would consent, thy husband to be. divers there are, who gladly would have me, And being their wife, would trimly bebrave me. From all wrong they would defend and save me, Tush enough there are, which to wife do crave me.
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¶Ah syrra, I cannot choose but reioyce, When I remember my little pretty boyes, My schollers I meane, who all with ne voyce, Crye we loue Corage, without other choyce. The yong ymphes I incorage and leade, In ryotous footesteps, so trimly to treade. That guilty, and vnguilty, often they pleade, And being found guilty, hang all saue the head. The virgins which are but tender of age, Rather then their trim attyre should swage. Their fayles for new they will lay to gage, To euery slaue, peasaunt, and page. The graund signyoures, which in yeares are rype, With couetous clawes, like the gréedy grype. Their pore brethren, from their liuinges do wype, And euermore daunce, after Corages pype. Corage neuer in quiet dothlye, But the Tyde faryeth no man, still he doht crye. Therefore worke thy will by and by, That rich thou mayest be, when euer thou dy. ¶Of all misfortunes, mine is the worst, Truely I thinke I was accurst: When I was an infant, not fully nurst, Alas for griefe, my harte it will burst. I dayly sée women as yong as I, Which in whyte Caps, our dore doe go by: I am as able as they, with a man to lye, Yet my mother doth still, my wedding denye. She sayeth for wedding, that I am vnfit, Maydes of fowertéene yeares she sayeth, hath no wit And so euery day she sayeth I shall tarry yet, That would God I were put quick in the pit. God wot we maydes, abide much misery, And alwayes kept in, from hauing liberty: Of euill tongues we walke in ieoberty, Most people are now so full of ielousy: If a yongman a mayde doe but kisse, Now (say the people) you may sée what she is: Where if I were a wyfe, nothing I should misse. But liue like a Lady, in all ioyfull blisse. I right well doe know, the peoples spight, Because that to be pleasaunt, I haue delight: Therefore past grace, they say I am quight, And a wilfull wanton, my name they doe wright. Yet I trust in God, once to sée the day, That to recompence their spight I may: For if euer I be marryed, and beare any sway, Then I know what I haue to say. Therefore good God, make me shortly a wife, Or else shortly take away my life. ¶Alas prety Parnell, you may soone end this stryfe, Yong men fit for husbandes, in this towne are ryfe. And your mothers ill will, you may soone preuent, If you will follow my councell, and intent. ¶Oh but if my mother would thereto consent, To be marryed this night, I could be content. ¶But consent she or not, yet is it for thee, Unto thine own preforment to sée. Doest thou with any yong man so agré, That he would consent, thy husband to bée. ¶Dyuers there are, who gladly would haue me, And being their wyfe, would trimly bebraue me. From all wrong they would defend and saue me, Tush ynowe there are, which to wife doe craue me.