Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Who there Dad we have blessings enough, And ten thousand more than I give unto you, And when it shall please you, ye may be packing, For in me I warrant you nought shall be lacking. Then farewell Boy with a pestilence, And farewell Dad with a vengeance. Am I not a jolly fellow, it is seen by my progeny, That my ancient stock is of great antiquity, How old it is none of you all can tell, Seven years elder at the least then is the Devil of Hell, Evil Report marry he is a jolly man, and had in such a price, That no man liveth now adays, but will him exercise. Well the charge I have, each one of you do know, In accomplishing of the same, my diligence I will show, The policy of the Devil, the envy he doth bear, The man he seeks to overthrow, all such as God doth fear, Is marvelous in faith, think you his foresight is not strange, Mark well my tale and you shall see, how his devise doth change There is in all this Babylon, but one that he doth spy, That feareth God, and eke my Dad in all his works defy. Her hath he sought by pride at first to blind her youthful heart, Tush, tush, she was and is so meek, he sped not in that part, Then did he seek by gluttony to blind her fancies to, Her sober diet him deceived, and did that quite subdue, Then knowing that all women are given much to envied string, To force her have an envious heart, right many cause did bring, But she like one not of this world, but like a very fool, Did arm herself with patience, till every cause did cool, But hear you wives, I would not wish that you should take her part, But if your husbands anger you, beshrew their crooked heart, Well to my matter yet again, he sets his servant sloth, To follow her with sugared steps, in every place she goeth. But busy Susan envies the Devil and all he doth, As she withstands sloth and his steps, in despite of his tooth. And that you Maids full well do know, sloth with his drowsy head, Is able to do much with you, when you are laid in bed, For you had rather serve the Devil, or what he will devise, Then leave your bed in winter morn, when hoary frosts arise, He gave her Gold then at her will, to make her covetous, She takes it but for needful use, or else doth it despise, And yet with Gold my Dad hath got, a thousand old men's souls, As well of them wear bloody gowns, as such as shear their nolls, But now my Dad nor all these things, are able to prevail, With filthy lusts of fleshly men, meaneth her to assail, And such they be shall her entice, to do that pleasant deed, As shall prevail I tell you true, by force or else by meed,
nodes 126–171 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 29 in this edition
Length
513 words · 651 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.754 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶Who there Dad we haue blessinges ynow, And ten thousand mo then I giue vnto you, And when it shall please you, ye may be packing, For in me I warrant you nought shall be lacking. ¶Then farewell Boy with a pestilence, ¶And farewell Dad with a vengeaunce. ¶Am I not a iolly fellow, it is séene by my progeny, That my auncyent stocke is of great antiquitie, How olde it is none of you all can tell, Seuen yeares elder at the least then is th Deuill of Hell, Euill Reporte mary he is a iolly man, and had in such a pryce, That no man liueth now adayes, but will him excercyse. Well the charge I haue, eche one of you doe know, In accomplishing of the same, my dilligence I will show, The pollicy of the Deuill, the enuie he doth beare, The man he séekes to ouerthrow, all such as God doth feare, Is maruaylous in fayth, thinke you his foresight is not straunge, Marke well my tale and you shall sée, how his deuyse doth chaunge There is in all this Babilon, but one that he doth spye, That feareth God, and eke my Dad in all his workes defye. Her hath he sought by pryde at fyrst to blynde her youthfull hart, Tush, tush, she was and is so méeke, he sped not in that part, Then did he séeke by gluttony to blynde her fancies to, Her sober diet him deceiued, and did that quyte subdue, Then knowing that all women are giuen much to enuyed string, To force her haue an enuious hart, right many cause did bring, But she like one not of this world, but like a very foole, Did arme her selfe with pacience, till euery cause did coole, But here you wiues, I would not wish that you should take her part, But if your husbandes anger you, beshrew their crooked hart, Well to my matter yet agayne, he sets his seruaunt sloth, To follow her with sugred steps, in euery place she goeth. But busy Susan enuies the Deuill and all he dooth, As she withstandes sloth and his steps, in despyte of his tooth. And that you Maydes full well doe know, sloth with his drowsy head, Is able to doe much with you, when you are layde in bed, For you had rather serue the Deuill, or what he will deuyse, Then leaue your bed in winter morne, when hory frostes aryse, He gaue her Gold then at her will, to make her couetous, She takes it but for néedefull vse, or else doth it despyse, And yet with Gold my Dad hath got, a thousand olde mens soules, As well of them weare bloody gownes, as such as sheare their noules, But now my Dad nor all these thinges, are able to preuayle, With filthy lustes of fleshly men, meaneth her to assayle, And such they be shall her intise, to doe that pleasaunt deede, As shall preuayle I tell you true, by force or else by méede,