Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
There is but one that liveth for aye, and seeth every thing, He knoweth the fruit of every tree, before the branch do spring, I leave to him in this my need, that which I have to do, I am but one, thou knowest my God, these wicked men are two. methinks this matter very strange, and sounds not like a truth My Mistress virtue all the world have noted from her youth. Our Mistress, yea she doth her life, in such sort still direct, As fickle fame at no time durst, her honest life suspect, I tell thee true servus my friend, I flatter not for meed, It shallbe found that they themselves have wrought this wicked deed And cause that she would not consent, to serve their filthy lust, They have wrought this to 'scuse themselves, servus thou mayst me trust, Come away, come away, in faith madam, you are a secret whore Full long have I mistrusted it, though I took you not before. A whore, yea vile and filthy whore, fie on it filthy act, I think a thousand of her toys, the vildest whore doth lack. Why God if I most sinful wight, might reason once with thee, Canst thou permit and suffer still, these wicked thus to lie? My sorrows all and some I send, them to thy heavenly throne, Receive my sobbing tears oh Lord, and ease me that do moan. Hard you not my fellow dear, I thought her heart had broke, And eke my soul did sorrow much, to hear the words she spoke, But I know this assuredly, that if she guiltless be, God will defend the innocent, from cruel destiny, Guiltless man, yes assuredly, and mark what I do tell, Thou shalt see them die shamefully, and she shall do full well, Why God himself hath spoken this, the fruit showeth every tree, And mark if since thou knowest her first, where is one such as she▪ She serveth God devoutly still, she helpeth eke the poor, And to aid them that want relief, she goeth from door to door, And now in this her greatest need, she doth upon God call, I promise thee I trust in God, he will not let her fall, Oh Lord that never didst refuse, a sinners just complaint, With tears I ask relief of thee, in this her great constraint, That if she guiltless be good Lord, as I do hope full well, Do strength her Lord, and teach her tongue, which way her tale to tell. Not Lord that thou hast need of us, but for to heap thy praise, Which thy desert shall herein get, for now and eke always, The world shall wonder at thy work, and always in thee trust, Because thou dost deliver her, from those that are unjust.
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¶There is but one that liueth for aye, and séeth euery thing, He knoweth the fruite of euery trée, before the braunche doe spring, I leaue to him in this my néede, that which I haue to do, I am but one, thou knowest my God, these wicked men are two. ¶Me thinkes this matter very straunge, and soundes not lyke a truth My Mistresse vertue all the world haue noted from her youth. ¶Our Mistresse, yea she doth her lyfe, in such sorte still direct, As fyckle fame at no tyme durst, her honest lyfe suspect, I tell thée true Seruus my friend, I flatter not for méede, It shalbe found that they them selues haue wrought this wicked déede And cause that she would not consent, to serue their fylthy lust, They haue wrought this to scuse themselues, Seruus thou mayst me trust, ¶Come away, come away, in fayth Madame, you are a secrete whore Full long haue I mistrusted it, though I tooke you not before. ¶A whore, yea vyle and fylthye whore, fye on it fylthy acte, I thinke a thousand of her toyes, the vyldest whore doth lack. ¶Why God if I most synfull wight, might reason once with thée, Canst thou permit and suffer still, these wicked thus to lye? My sorrowes all and some I sende, them to thy heauenly throne, Receiue my sobbing teares oh Lord, and ease me that do mone. ¶Harde you not my fellow deare, I thought her hart had broke, And eke my soule did sorrow much, to here the wordes she spoke, But I know this assuredly, that if she guiltlesse bée, God will defende the innocent, from cruell destinie, ¶Guiltlesse man, yes assuredly, and marke what I doe tell, Thou shalt sée them dye shamefully, and she shall doe full well, Why God himselfe hath spoken this, the fruite showeth euery trée, And marke if synce thou knwest her fyrst, where is one such as shée▪ She serueth God deuoutly still, she helpeth eke the pore, And to ayde them that want reléefe, she goeth from dore to dore, And now in this her greatest néede, she doth vpon God call, I promise thée I trust in God, he will not let her fall, ¶Oh Lord that neuer didst refuse, a synners iust complaynt, With teares I aske reléefe of thee, in this her great constraint, That if she guiltlesse be good Lorde, as I doe hope full well, Doe strength her Lorde, and teache her tongue, which way her tale to tell. Not Lord that thou haste néede of vs, but for to heape thy prayse, Which thy deserte shall herein get, for now and eake alwayes, The world shall wonder at thy worke, and alwayes in thée trust, Because thou doest deliuer her, from those that are vniust.