The Beauty and Good Properties of Women (Calisto and Melebea) (Celestina) · chunk 12 of 18
Rastell, John · published 1525 · first performed or written 1527 [c.1527-1530] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Folys are they that are past their passage To begin again which be at the ending For better is possession than the desiring I desire to life lengger do I well or no. That ye desire well I think not so For as soon goth to market the lambies fell As the ship/ none so old but may life a year And there is none so young but ye wots well May die in a day than no advantage is here Between youth & age the matter is clear with thy fabling & thy reasoning I iwis I am beguiled but I have known the or this Art not celystyne that dwelled by the river syd●… ye for sooth/ in deed age hath array the That thou art she now can scant be espied Me thynkyth by thy favour thou shouldest be she Thou art sore changed thou mayst believe me Fair maydon keep thou well this time of youth But beauty shall pass at the last this is truth yet I am not so old as ye judge me Good mother I joy much of thine accoyntanaunce And thy motherly reasons right well please me And now I thank the here for thy pastance Far well till another time that hap may chance Again that we two may meet together May hap ye have business I know not whether O angelic image o ꝑle so precious O how thou spekyst it reioysyth me to here Knowist thou not by the divine month gracious That against the infernal fiend lucyfere we should not only life by bred here But by our good works where in I take some pain if ye know not my mind now all is in veyn Show me mother hardly all thy nesessite And if I can I shall provide the remedy My necessity nay god wots it is not for me As for mine I last it at home surely To eat when I will & drink when I am dry And I thank god ever one penny hath be mine To by bred when Ilyst & to have. iiii. for wine Afore I was widow I carried never for it For I had wine enough of mine own to sell And with a tossed in wine by the fire I could sit wt. ii. dosen soppe the collyk to quell But now with me it is not so well For I have nothing but that is brought me In a pitcher pot of quarts scant three Thus I pray god help them that be needy For I speak not for myself alone But as well for other how ever speed I The infirmity is not mine though that I groan It is for another that I make moan And not for myself it is another way But what I must moon where I dare not say Say what thou wilt & for whom thou lest
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Folys are they that are past theyre passage To begyn agayn which be at the endyng For better is possession than the desyryng I desyre to lyff lengger do I well or no. That ye desyre well I thynk not so ¶ For as sone goth to market the lambys fell As the shyppe / none so old but may lyff a yere And ther is none so yong but ye wot well May dye in a day then no aduauntage is here Betwen youth & age y• matter is clere wyth thy fablyng & thy resonyng I wys I am begylyd but I haue knowen the or thys ¶ Art not celystyne y• dwellyd by the ryuer syd ye for soth / in dede age hath aray the That thou art she now can skant be espyed Me thynkyth by thy fauour thou shuldyst be she Thou art sore chaungid thou mayst beleue me Fayre maydon kepe thou well thys tyme of youth But bewte shall passe at y• last thys is truth ¶ yet I am not so old as ye iuge me Good moder I ioy much of thyne accoyntanaunce And thy moderly reasons ryght well please me And now I thank the here for thy pastaunce Fare well tyll a nother tyme yt hap may chaunce Agayn that we two may mete to gedyr May hap ye haue bysynes I know not whether ¶ O angelyk ymage o ꝑle so p̄cyous O how thou spekyst it reioysyth me to here Knowist thou not by the deuyne month gracyous That agaynst the infernall feend lucyfe re we shuld not only lyf by bred here But by our good workys wher in I take some payn yf ye know not my mynd now all is in veyn ¶ Shew me moder hardely all thy nesessite And yf I can I shall prouyde the remedy My necessite nay god wot it is not for me As for myne I laft it at home surely To ete when I wyll & drynk when I am dry And I thank god euer one peny hath be myne To by bred when Ilyst & to haue. iiii. for wyne ¶ Afore I was wyddow I caryd neuer for it For I had wyne ynough of myne owne to sell And wt a tost in wyne by the fyre I coud syt wt. ii. dosen soppe the collyk to quell But now wt me it is not so well For I haue nothyng but that is brought me In a pytcher pot of quartys skant thre ¶ Thus I pray god help them that be nedy For I speke not for my self alone But as well for other how euer spede I The infyrmyte is not myne though that I grone It is for a nother yt I make mone And not for my self it is a nother way But what I must mone where I dare not say ¶ Say what thou wylt & for whom thou lest