Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
nought else but pleasure, pomp, and wealth, herein to me appear. Give me thy hand, I will be guide, and lead thee in the way, What dost thou shrink Philologus? where I dare go before? Yea, shrink so still Philologus, no time turn back I say, In sensual Suggestions steps, see that thou tread no more: And though the frailty of the flesh, hath made the fall full sore: And to deny with outward lips, thy Lord and God most dear The same to stablish with consent, of Conscience, stand in fear: Thou art yet free Philologus, all torments thou mayst scape, Only the pleasures of the world, thou shalt awhile forbear, Renounce thy crime, and sue for grace, and do not captivate Thy Conscience unto mortal sin, the yoke of Christ do bear, Shut up these words within thy breast, which sound so in thine ear: The outward man hath caused thee, this enterprise to take, Beware least wickedness of spirit, the same do perfect make. My heart doth tremble for distress, my conscience pricks me sore And bid me cease that course in time, which I would gladly run The wrath of God it doth me tell, doth stand my face before: Wherefore, I hold it best to cease that race I have begun. These are but fancies certainly, for this way thou shalt shun All worldly woes: look in thy Glass and tell me what it show, Thou wilt not credit other men, before thyself I trow. Oh gladsome Glass, oh mirror bright, oh crystal clear as sun The joys cannot be uttered, which herein I behold, Wherefore I will not thee forsake: what evil soever come. If needs thou wilt thyself undo, say not, but thou art told: Hap, what hap will I will not lose these pleasures manifold Wherefore conduct me once again, here take me by the hand. That sensual Suggestion doth lead him understand. ALas alas, thou woeful wight, what fury doth thee move? So willingly to cast thyself into consuming fire, What Circe's hath bewitched thee, thy worldly wealth to love More than the blessed state of Soul, this one thing I desire: Weigh well the cause with sincere heart, thy Conscience thee require And sell not everlasting joys, for pleasures temporal, Resist Suggestion of the flesh, who seeks thee for to spoil: From which thou soon shalt go or they from thee bereaved shall: And take from thee which God elect, true everlasting soil. See where confusion doth attend, to catch thee in his snare, Whose hands, if that thou goest on still, thou shalt no way eschew What wight art thou? which for my health, dost take such earnest care? Thy crazed Conscience, which foresee, the plagues & torments due, Which from just judge, whom thou deniest shall by and by ensue: Thou hast good trial of the faith, which I to thee do bear, Commit thy safety to my charge, there is no danger near.
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Naught els but pleaſure, pompe, and wealth, héerein to mée appeare. Giue mée thy hande, I will be guide, and leade thée in the way, What dooſt thou ſhrink Philologus? where I dare goe before? Yea, ſhrinke ſo ſtill Philologus, no time turne back I ſay, In ſenſuall Suggeſtions ſteppes, ſee that thou tread no more: And though the frailtie of the fleſh, hath made the fall full ſore: And to denye with outward lyps, thy Lord and God moſt deare The ſame to ſtabliſh with conſent, of Conſcience, ſtand in feare: Thou art yet frée Philologus, all torments thou maiſt ſcape, Onely the pleaſures of the world, thou ſhalt awhile forbeare, Renownce thy crime, and ſue for grace, and do not captiuate Thy Conſcience vnto mortall ſinne, the yoke of Chriſt doo beare, Shut vp theſe wordes within thy breſt, which ſound ſo in thine eare: The outwarde man hath cauſed thee, this enterpriſe to take, Beware leaſt wickedneſſe of ſpirit, the ſame doo perfect make. My hart doth tremble for diſtres, my conſcience pricks mée ſore And bid mee ceaſe that courſe in time, which I would gladly runne The wrath of God it doth mée tell, doth ſtand my face before: Wherfore, I hold it beſt to ceaſe that race I haue begun. Theſe are but fancies certainly, for this way thou ſhalt ſhun All worldly woes: looke in thy Glaſſe and tell me what it ſhow, Thou wilt not credit other men, before thy ſelfe I trow. Oh gladſome Glaſſe, oh mirrour bright, oh criſtall cleare as ſun The ioyes cannot be vttered, which herein I beholde, Wherefore I will not thee forſake: what euill ſo euer come. If néedes thou wilt thy ſelfe vndoo, ſay not, but thou arte tolde: Hap, what hap wyll I will not looſe theſe pleaſures manyfolde Wherfore conduct mee once againe, heere take mée by the hande. That ſenſuall Suggeſtion doth leade him vnderſtand. ALas alas, thou wofull wight, what furie dooth thée moue? So willingly to caſt thy ſelfe into conſumyng fyre, What Circes hath bewitched thée, thy worldly wealth to loue More then the bleſſed ſtate of Soule, this one thing I deſyre: Waigh wel the cauſe with ſincere hart, thy Cōſcience thee require And ſell not euerlaſting ioyes, for pleaſures temporall, Reſiſt Suggeſtion of the fleſh, who ſéekes thée for to ſpoile: From which thou ſoone ſhalt goe or they from thee b reaed ſhall: And take from thee which God elect, true euerlaſting ſoyle. Sée where confuſion doth attend, to catch thée in his ſnare, Whoſe handes, if that thou goeſt on ſtill, thou ſhalt no way eſchew What wight art thou? which for my health, dooſt take ſuch earneſt care? Thy craſed Conſcience, which forſée, the plagues & torments due, Which from iuſt Iudge, whom thou denyeſt ſhal by and by inſue: Thou haſt good triall of the faith, which I to thée doo beare, Commit thy ſafetie to my charge, there is no daunger néere.