Lupton, Thomas · published 1578 · first performed or written 1577 [1559-1577] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.
Hoyghe, hoyghe for money, more sweeter than honey: Who will not for me take pain: Each Lord and Knight for me will fight And hazard to be slain. I wax of such force that no earthly corpse But embraceth me out of measure: The Doctor, the draper, the ploughman, the carter In me have their joy and pleasure. Money is my name, all over is my fame: I dwell with every degree: Though great be their living, yet can they do nothing, Without the presence of me. Many for my sake work while their hearts ache, Yet never think themselves weary: The Smith and the Shoemaker, the minstrel, the dancer With me will drink and be mearie: But the churl and the covetous of me are so jealous That I can not get out of their sight. But the serving man, the spender, the usurer and the lender Do send me abroad day and night. I am worshipped and honoured, and as a god am esteemed: Yea many loves me better than God, No sooner come I to town, but many bow down And comes if I hold up the rod. What need I further show that every one doth know. I do but waste my wind, For servants and prentices will privily rob their masters, To me they have such a mind. O worthy Money, thine absence hath been long, My sorrow in thine absence can not be spoken with tongue: For you money is only the pain I do take, Would I flatter or dissemble, unless it were for your sake? What Adulation or flattery more welcome to me Than any man this month that I did hear or see. A true saying no doubt, Blandiloquio nihil nocentim, Then fair speaking or flattery nothing is more pernicious. Nemo svam turpitudinem perspicit, sed sibi quisque adulator est No man, to see his filthiness is priest, But every one to himself is a very flatterer, And thou wilt flatter also to have money for thy labour. Do you think I will flatter or fain any man, Unless for your sake? nay, beshrew me then, Such as love themselves, and love their own ways best, Must needs be flattered therein, and then they be at rest. They must be holden up, and flattered in their evil, And for you I care not how many I send to the devil. oh, what pain is this that I feel at my heart, My pain is as great, as though I were smitten with a dart. What ails me, what ails me thus suddenly to be sick? I think I shall die without remedy of physic. Be of good cheer Sir, of this I am sure, You cannot die so long as the world doth endure. Come hither Mischievous help, Money is almost dead, Come quickly in the mischief, and help to hold his head.
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Hoyghe, hoyghe for money, more sweeter then honye: Who will not for me take payne: Each Lord and Knight for me will fight And hazard to be slaine. I waxe of such force that no earthly corse But embraceth me out of measure: The Doctor, the draper, the plowman, the carter In me haue their ioye and pleasure. Money is my name, all ouer is my fame: I dwell with euery degree: Though great be their liuing, yet can they do nothing, Without the presence of me. Manie for my sake worke while their heartes ake, Yet neuer thinke them selues wearie: The Smith and the Shomaker, the minstrell, the daunser With me will drinke and be mearie: But the churle and the couetous of me are so gelous That I can not get out of their sight. But the Seruing man, the spender, the vsurer and the lender Doe sende me abroade day and night. I am worshipped and honoured, and as a god am esteemed: Yea manie loues me better then God, No sooner come I to towne, but manie bowe downe And comes if I holde vp the rodd. What neede I further shewe that euery one doth knowe. I doe but wast my winde, For seruants and prentises will priuily robbe their maisters, To me they haue such a minde. ¶ O worthie Money, thine absence hath bene long, My sorrowe in thine absence can not be spoken with tonge: For you money is onely the payne I doe take, Would I flatter or dissemble, vnles it were for your sake? ¶ What Adulation or flatterie more welcome to me Than any man this moneth that I did heare or see. A true saying no doubt, Blandiloquio nihil nocentim, Then fayre speaking or flatterie nothing is more pernicious. Nemo suam turpitudinem perspicit, sed sibi quisque adulator es No man, to see his filthines is prest, But euery one to him selfe is a very flatterer, And thou wilt flatter also to haue money for thy labour. ¶ Doe you thinke I will flatter or fayne any man, Unlesse for your sake? nay, beshrewe me than, Such as loue them selues, and loue their owne wayes best, Must needes be flattered therein, and then they be at rest. They must be holden vp, and flattered in their euill, And for you I care not howe many I sende to the deuill. ¶ Ohe, what payne is this that I feele at my heart, My payne is as great, as though I were smitten with a darte. What ayles me, what ayles me thus sodenly to be sicke? I thinke I shall die without remedie of phisicke. ¶ Be of good cheere Syr, of this I am sure, You cannot die so long as the worlde doeth endure. Come hether Mischieuous helpe, Money is almost dead, Come quickly in the mischief, and helpe to holde his head.