Lupton, Thomas · published 1578 · first performed or written 1577 [1559-1577] (Annals) moral T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness typicality 0.80 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.
What need you call thus hastily, unless you had more need? Money may be sick, but he will never be dead: But to help at a mischief I am as quick as the best, O my lord and master to help you I am priest. Welcome Mischievous help, I was never so sick before, Help to hold my stomach, I swell now more and more: I must either vomit, or else I shall burst in two, What wicked disease is this, that troubleth me so? None can make me believe it is any thing else, But Pleasure, the occasion that thus your belly swells: You are so fraught with pleasures that I do perfectly know, You will never be in quiet till he be rid from your maw: Therefore provoke yourself to vomit him quickly, And than you will be at quiet, even by and by. Now I believe truly, that pleasure is the occasion Of all my great sickness, malady and passion: Therefore as thou hast said certain and true it is For money brings all pleasures that any can wish. Now I will assay to vomit if I can, Therefore either of you play now the pretty man. Let him hold your head, and I will hold your stomach, And I hope with speed you shall have very good luck. I hope he is coming, for I feel him at my throat, Great sorrow pain and grief it is to me god wot: I would not for all the world be in such pains again, As many as loves me of him willbe glad and fain. I must needs take money for the father of me pleasure, The most part I am sure will love me out of measure. Well my son, well forget not to do thy feat, I must needs get me hence, my pains do make me sweat. Money is to me such a sure friend, That seeing he is gone, I will not tarry behind. In what case were the world were it not for money Without joy and pleasure better be dead then alive: To live like dome gods who would not be weary? To satisfy man's nature with pleasures I can contrive, But I contain them at this time and hour, Hawking and hunting, shouting and fishing, Eating and drinking, dicing and carding, Riding and running, swimming and singing, Dancing and leaping with all kind of playing, Banqueting with fine meats, and wine of all sorts, Dallying with fair women, with other kind of sports: All fine apparel that makes the heart joy, With musical instruments, both with man and boy. Thus no sport or joy wherein man hath solace But I do contain them, though money bring them to pass. You say true Pleasure, no tongue can express, What comfort and joy in you contained is. What thing is this that makes me thus to swell? I promise you even now I was perfectly well: I am in a strange case whatever the matter be, There is no other way but shortly I must die.
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¶ What neede you call thus hastily, vnlesse you had more neede? Money may be sicke, but he will neuer be dead: But to helpe at a mischiefe I am as quicke as the best, O my lorde and master to helpe you I am prest. ¶ Welcome Mischieuous helpe▪ I was neuer so sicke before, Helpe to holde my stomacke, I swell nowe more and more: I must eyther vomit, or else I shall burst in two, What wicked disease is this, that troubleth me so? ¶ None can make me beleeue it is any thing els, But Pleasure, the occasion that thus your belly swelles: You are so fraught with pleasures that I doe perfectly know, You will neuer be in quiet tyll he be rid from your mawe: Therefore prouoke your selfe to vomit him quickly, And then you wil be at quiet, euen by and by. ¶ Nowe I beleeue truely, that pleasure is the occasion Of all my great sicknesse, maladie and passion: Therefore as thou hast said certaine and true it is For money bringes all pleasures that any can wishe. Nowe I will assaye to vomitte if I can, Therefore either of you playe nowe the pretie man. ¶ Let him holde your head, and I will holde your stomacke, And I hope with speede you shal haue very good lucke. I hope he is comming▪ for I feele him at my throte, Great sorowe payne and griefe it is to me god woote: I would not for all the worlde be in such paynes agayne, As many as loues me of him wilbe glad and fayne. ¶ I must needes take money for the father of me pleasure, The most parte I am sure wil loue me out of measure. ¶ Well my sonne, well forget not to do thy feate, I must needes get me hence▪ my paynes do make me sweate. ¶ Money is to me such a sure friende, That seeing he is gone, I will not tarie behinde. ¶ In what case were the worlde were it not for money Without ioye and pleasure better be dead then aliue: To liue like dome goddes who would not be wearie? To satisfie mans nature with pleasures I can contriue, But I conteyne them at this time and hower, Hawking and hunting, shouting and fishing, Eating and drinking, dysing and carding, Riding and running, swimming and singing, Daunsing and leaping with all kinde of playing, Banketing with fine meates, and wine of all sortes, Dallying with faier women, with other kinde of sportes: All fine apparell that makes the heart ioye, With musicall instruments, both with man and boye. Thus no sporte or ioye wherein man hath solace But I doe conteyne them, though money bring them to passe. ¶ You say true Pleasure, no tong can expresse, What comfort and ioye in you conteyned is. What thing is this that makes me thus to swell? I promise you euen nowe I was perfectly well: I am in a strange case what euer the matter be, There is no other way but shortly I must dye.