Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [Jun 10] (Annals) moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I do not think, my gracious Lord, My Nephew Ethenwald bears that bad mind, For hitherto he hath been termed just, And kept your Grace his gracious favourer. True Dunston, yet have I read that Love Hath made the son receive the father oft: But Dunston, leaving this, come let's to court. I will attend upon your Majesty, MY sons you see how age decay my state, And that my life like snow before the sun: 'gins to dissolve into that substance now, From whose enclosure grew my sire of life, The earth I mean, sweet mother of us all, Whom death authorised by heavens high power, Shall bring at last, from whence at first I came, Yet ere I yield myself to death, my sons, Give ear, and hear what rules I set you down, And first to thee my son, that livest by wit, I know thou hast so many honest sleights, To shift and cozen smoothly on thy wit, To cog and lie, and brave it with the best, That 'twere but labour lost to counsel thee, And therefore to the next, Walter, that seems in show a husbandman: My son, when that thy master trusts thee most, And thinks thou dealest as truly as himself, Be thou the first to work deceit to him: So by that means thou mayst enrich thyself, And live at pleasure when thy master's dead: And when to market thou art sent with will, Put sand amongst it, and 'twill make it weigh, The weight twice double that it did before, The overplus is thine into thy purse. But now my son, that keeps the Court, Be thou a means to set the Peers at strife, And curry favour for the commons love. If any but in conference name the King. Inform his Majesty they envy him. And if the king but move or speak to thee, Kneel on both knees, and say, God save your Majesty. If any man be favoured by the King, Speak thou him fair, although in heart thou envy him. But who is next? That am I father, that use the word of God, And live only by the heavenly Manna. Who? the Priest, Give ear my son, I have a lesson yet in store for thee: Thou must (my son) make show of holiness, And blind the world with thy hypocrisy: And sometime give a penny to the poor, But let it be in the Church or market place, That men may praise thy liberality. Speak against usury, yet forsake no pawns, So thou mayst gain three shillings in the pound: Warn thou the world from sin and vile excess, And now and then speak against drunkenness, So by this means thou shall be termed wise, And with thy pureness blind the people's eyes. But now (my sons) discourse to me in brief, How you have lived, and how you mean to die.
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I doe not thinke, my gratious Lord, My Nephew Ethenwald beares that bad mind, For hetherod he hath bene tearmed iust, And kept your Grace his gratious fauourer. True Dunston, yet haue I read that Loue Hath made the sonne eceiue the father oft: But Dunston, leauing this, come lets to court. I will attend vpon your Maiesty, MY sonnes you see how age decaies my state, And that my lyfe lyke snow before the sun: Gins to dissolue into that snbstance nowe, From whose inclosure grew my syre of lyfe, The earth I meane, sweet mother of vs all, Whom death authorised by heauens high power, Shall bring at last, from whence at first I came, Yet ere I yeeld my selfe to death, my sonnes, Giue eare, and heare what rules I set you downe, And first to thee my sonne, that liuest by wit, I know thou hast so many honest sleights, To shift and cosen smoothly on thy wit, To cog and lie, and braue it with the best, That twere but labour lost to counsell thee, And therfore to the next, Walter, that seemes in shew a husbandman: My sonne, when that thy master trusts thee most, And thinks thou dealest as truelie as himselfe, Be thou the first to worke deceit to him: So by that means thou maist inrich thy selfe, And liue at pleasure when thy maister's dead: And when to market thou art sent with woll, Put sand amongst it, and twill make it weigh, The waight twise double that it did before, The ouerplus is thine into thy purse. But now my sonne, that keeps the Court, Be thou a means to set the Peeres at strife, And currifauour for the commons loue. If any but in conference name the King. Informe his Maiestie they uie him. And if the king but moue or speake to thee, Kneele on both knees, and say, God saue your Maiestie. If any man be fauoured by the King, Speake thou him faire, although in heart thou enuie him. But who is next? That am I father, that vse the word of God, And liue only by the heauenly Manna. Who? the Priest, Giue eare my sonne, I haue a lesson yet in store for thee: Thou must (my son) make shew of holinesse, And blinde the world with thy hipocrisie▪ And sometime giue a pennie to the poore, But let it be in the Church or market place, That men may praise thy liberalitie. Speak against vsurie, yet forsake no pawnes, So thou maist gaine three shillings in the pound: Warne thou the world from sin and vle excesse, And now and then speak against drunkennes, So by this means thou shall be tearmed wise, And with thy purenes blind the peoples eies. But now (my sonnes) discourse to me in briefe, How you haue liued, and how you meane to die.