Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Or if you Gods have any power, as ancient Poets feign, Mark well my words which from the heart proceed I tell you plain. If any man in all the world have cause for to reply, I must confess and thank you to, the same is very I, I never yet did fancy her, I thank you of your grace, But you vouchsafed to give her me, with time as meet as place. Now those which in felicity by your good grace have been, That you will here thus cast them of, let not those days be seen, Grant to us now that Susan may grant love for love again, Thrice happy then shall be our days, we shall be void of pain. What wight in all this world hath fortune so fawned on, As she hath done on Joachim's side, in truth I think of none, A wife quoth 'a: No, no, I think an Angel sure she be, Why all this world, nor ten worlds more, have any such as she. The feature of her formed face, the glistering of her eyen, Her shoulders that are quadrant to, her nose that is so fine. Her cheeks that are so cherry red, her lips so red and thin, Her smiling cheer which often shows the pits upon her chin. Her breasts that are so round and fair, her arms that are so long, Her fingers straight with veins beset, of blue and white among. Her middle small, her body long, her buttocks broad and round, Her legs so straight, her foot so small, the like treads not on ground I think that Nature which made her, cannot make like again, Or else that she a Goddess is, I think I tell you plain, A judge quoth 'a: A juggler Lord, I would thou mad'st of me, So that I had to juggle with, such juggling staff as she. Why Sir are you a juggler now, I pray you answer me, What is the juggling staff you crave, if granted it may be. You know yourself no Necromancy, but yet of legerdemain, A cast or two but secretly would right well please us twain, By God I would spend my best coat to fish within her pool, And yet my father in fisher's art was never but a fool. But what for that it forceth not, if we might spy a place, And time that well may serve the turn, I will put forth the case, But we are counted Elders here, and do the people guide, And that we do must secret be, lest that we be espied, For God, or for his threatenings, I pass it not a straw, But for mine honour in this world, is it I stand in awe.
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¶Or if you Gods haue any power, as auncient Poets fayne, Marke well my words which from the hart procéede I tell you playne. If any man in all the world haue cause for to replye, I must confesse and thanke you to, the same is very I, I neuer yet did fancy her, I thanke you of your grace, But you vouchsafte to giue her me, with time as méete as place. Now those which in felicitie by your good grace haue bene, That you will here thus cast them of, let not those dayes be séene, Graunt to vs now that Susan may graunt loue for loue agayne, Thrise happy then shall be our dayes, we shall be voyde of payne. ¶What wight in all this world hath fortune so faunde on, As she hath done on Ioachims syde, in truth I thinke of none, A wyfe quoth a: No, no, I think an Aungell sure she be, Why all this world, nor ten worldes mo, haue any such as she. The fewter of her formed face, the glistering of her eyne, Her shoulders that are quadrant to, her nose that is so fyne. Her chéekes that are so chery red, her lippes so red and thin, Her smyling cheare which often showes the pittes vpon her chin. Her brestes that are so round and fayre, her armes that are so long, Her fyngers straight with vaynes beset, of blew and white among. Her middle small, her body long, her buttockes broade and round, Her legges so straight, her foote so small, the like treades not on ground I thinke that Nature which made her, cannot make like agayne, Or else that she a Goddesse is, I thinke I tell you playne, A Iudge quoth a: A Iugler Lorde, I would thou madste of me, So that I had to Iugle with, such iugling staffe as she. ¶Why Syr are you a Iugler now, I pray you aunswere me, What is the iugling staffe you craue, if graunted it may be. ¶You know your selfe no Nicromancie, but yet of Legrdimayne, A cast or two but secretly would right well please vs twayne, ¶By God I would spende my best cote to fish within her poole, And yet my father in fishers arte was neuer but a foole. But what for that it forceth not, if we might spie a place, And time that well may serue the turne, I will put forth the case, But we are counted Elders here, and doe the people guide, And that we doe must secrete be, least that we be espide, For God, or for his threatninges, I passe it not a straw, But for myne honour in this world, is it I stand in aw.