Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Then defer no time if that thou be wise, For now to preferment, thou art like to arise. The Tide tarrieth no man, else the proverb lies, In delaying comes harms, thou seest with thine eyes. But by marriage all thy grief shallbe eased, And thy joys shall manifold ways be increased. But alas my mother will so be displeased, That I know her wrath will never be appeased. And wilt thou for displeasing of her, Thine own preferment and fortune defer? Now art thou youthful, thyself to prefer, And thy youthful beauty, men's hearts may steer. But youthful beauty will not always last, The Tide tarrieth no man, but soon it is past. Therefore to wedding, see thou make haste, For now much time thou dost lose in waste. Oh what comfortable words are these, Truly your talk doth me greatly please, I will not stint but seek out always, Until that I have found some ease. I care not what my mother do say, This matter I will no longer delay. But a husband I will have out of the way, And then may I boldly dally and play. No man dare me then once to control, lest my husband chance for to scowl. If any man use to entreat me foul, My husband will lay him over the noll. It doth me good to think of the bliss, Which between new married couples is. To see their dalliance sometime iwis, It setteth my teeth an edge by gisse. Truly I would gladly give my best frock, And all things else unto my smock. To be married in the morning by vj. of the clock, I beshrew my heart if that I do mock. Sir you will not believe how I long, To be one of the wedded throng. My thinks it lieth in no tongue, To show the joys that is them among. It passeth joy which they embrace, They take their pleasure in every place. Like Angels they do run their race, In passing bliss, and great solace. Well sir I will no longer tarry, But some man out of hand will marry. Although from my mother's mind I vary, Yet your words in mind I carry. Therefore good sir to you adieu, Until again I meet with you. If I speed well, a good coat new, To your part may chance ensue. Alas wilful wanton, my pretty peat, My words have set her in such a heat. Now toward wedding her love is so great, That scarce she can neither drink nor eat. Now I Courage in her do begin, So that for her mother she cares not a pin. Now all her mind is a husband to win, To be unwedded she thinketh it sin. How say you my virgins every one. Is it not a sin to lie alone? When .xij. years of age is gone, I dare say you think so every one.
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¶Then deferre no time if that thou be wise, For now to preferment, thou arte like to arise. The Tide taryeth no man, else the prouerbe lyes, In delaying comes harmes, thou séeest with thine eyes. But by mariage all thy gréefe shalbe eased, And thy ioyes shall manifold wayes be increased. ¶But alas my mother will so be displeased, That I know her wrath will neuer be appeased. ¶And wilt thou for displeasing of her, Thine owne preferment and fortune defer? Now arte thou youthfull, thy selfe to prefere, And thy youthfull bewty, mens heartes may stere. But youthfull bewty will not alwayes last, The Tyde taryeth no man, but soone it is past. Therefore to wedding, see thou make haste, For now much time thou doest loose in waste. ¶Oh what comfortable wordes are these, Truely your talke doth me greatly please, I will not stine but séeke out alwayes, Untill that I haue found some ease. I care not what my mother doe say, This matter I will no longer delay. But a husband I will haue out of the way, And then may I boldly ally and play. No man dare me then once to controule, Least my husband chaunce for to scoule. If any man vse to intreate me foule, My husband will lay him ouer the noule. It doth me good to thinke of the blisse, Which betwéene new marryed couples is. To sée their dallyaunce sometime ywisse, It setteth my téeth an edge by gisse. Truely I would gladly giue my best frock, And all thinges else vnto my smock. To be marryed in the morning by vj. of the clock, I beshrew my heart if that I doe mock. Syr you will not beléeue how I long, To be one of the wedded throng. My thinkes it lyeth in no tongue, To shew the ioyes that is them among. ¶It passeth ioy which they imbrace, They take their pleasure in euery place. Like Aungels they doe run their race, In passing blisse, and great solace. ¶Well syr I will no longer tarry, But some man out of hand will marry. Although from my mothers minde I varry, Yet your wordes in minde I carry. Therefore good sir to you adew, Untill agayne I méete with you. If I spéede well, a good coate new, To your parte may chaunce insue. ¶Alas wilfull wanton, my pretty peate, My wordes haue set her in such a heate. Now toward wedding her loue is so greate, That scarce she can neither drinke nor eate. Now I Corage in her doe begin, So that for her mother she cares not a pin. Now all her mind is a husband to win, To be vnwedded she thinketh it sin. How say you my virgines euery one. Is it not a sinne to lye alone? When .xij. yeares of age is gone, I dare say you thinke so euery one.