A Looking Glass for London and England · chunk 8 of 39
Lodge, Thomas / Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) biblical play; moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
Marry and I will sir: No Cow, well the world goes hard. Where hateful usury Is counted husbandry, Where merciless men rob the poor, And the needy are thrust out of door. Where gain is held for conscience, And men's pleasures is all on pence, Where young Gentlemen forfeit their lands, Through riot, into the usurers hands: Where poverty is despised & pity banished And mercy indeed utterly vanished. Where men esteem more of money then of God, Let that land look to feel his wrathful rod. For there is no sin more odious in his sight, Then where usury defraudes the poor of his right. London take heed, these sins abound in thee: The poor complain, the widows wronged be. The Gentlemen by subtlety are spoiled, The ploughmen lose the crop for which they toiled▪ Sin reigns in thee o London every hour, Repent and tempt not thus the heavenly power. Fair Queens, yet handmaids unto Rasnes love, Tell me, is not my state as glorious As Iunoes pomp, when tired with heavens despoil, Clad in her vestments, spotted all with stars, She crossed the silver path unto her Ioue, Is not Remilias far more beauteous, Riched with the pride of nature's excellence? Then Venus in the brightest of her shine. My hairs, surpass they not Apollo's locks, Are not my Tresses curled with such art, As love delights to hide him in their fair? Doth not mine eyen shine like the morning lamp That tells Anrera when her love will come? Have I not stolen the beauty of the heavens, And placest it on the feature of my face? Can any Goddess make compare with me? Or match her with the fair Remilia? The beauty's that proud Paris saw fro Troy Mustering in Ida for the golden ball, Were not so gorgeous as Remilia. I have tricked my trammels up with richest balm, And made my perfumes of the purest Myrrh: The precious drugs that Egypt's wealth affords, The costly paintings fetched fro curious Tyre, Have mended in my face what nature mist. Am I not the earth's wonder in my looks? The wonder of the earth & pride of heaven. Look Aluida a hair stands not amiss, For women's locks are trammels of conceit, Which do entangle love for all his wiles. Madam, unless you coy it trick and trim, And play the civil wanton ere you yield, Smiting disdain of pleasures with your tongue, Patting your princely Rasni on the cheek, When he presumes to kiss without consent: You mar the market, beauty nought avails. You must be proud, for pleasures hardly got, And sweet, if once attained. Fair Aluida, Thy counsel makes Remilia passing wise. Suppose that thou wert Rasnes mightiness, And I Remilia Prince of excellence. I would be master then of love and thee.
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Marry and I will sir: No Cow, well the world goes hard. Where hatefull vsurie Is counted husbandrie, Where mercilesse men rob the poore, And the needie are thrust out of doore. Where gaine is held for conscience, And mens pleasures is all on pence, Where yong Gentlemen forfeit their lands, Through riot, into the Vsurers hands: Where pouertie is despisde & pity banished And mercy indeed vtterly vanished. Where men esteeme more of mony then of God, Let that land looke to feele his wrathfull rod. For there is no sin more odious in his sight, Then where vsurie defraudes the poore of his right. London take heed, these sinnes abound in thee: The poore complaine, the widowes wronged bee. The Gentlemen by subtiltie are spoilde, The plough-men loose the crop for which they toild▪ Sin raignes in thee o London euery houre, Repent and tempt not thus the heauenly power. Faire Quéenes, yet handmaids vnto Rasnes loue, Tell me, is not my state as glorious As Iunoes pomp, when tyred with heauens despoile, Clad in her vestments, spotted all with starres, She crost the siluer path vnto her Ioue, Is not Remilias far more beautious, Richt with the pride of natures excellence? Then Venus in the brightest of her shine. My haires, surpasse they not Apollos locks, Are not my Tresses curled with such art, As loue delights to hide him in their faire? Doth not mine eyne shine like the morning lampe That tels Anrera when her loue will come? Haue I not stolne the beautie of the heauens, And plac'st it on the feature of my face? Can any Goddesse make compare with me? Or match her with the faire Remilia? The beauties yt proud Paris saw fro Troy Mustring in Ida for the golden ball, Were not so gorgious as Remilia. I haue trickt my tramels vp with richest balme, And made my perfumes of the purest Myrre: The pretious drugs that Aegypts wealth affoords, The costly paintings fetcht fro curious Tyre, Haue mended in my face what nature mist. Am I not the earths wonder in my lookes? The wonder of the earth & pride of heauen. Looke Aluida a haire stands not amisse, For womens locks are tramels of conceit, Which do intangle loue for all his wiles. Madam, vnlesse you coy it trick and trim, And plaie the ciuill wanton ere you yéeld, Smiting disdaine of pleasures with your tongue, Patting your princely Rasni on the chéeke, When he presumes to kisse without consent: You marre the market, beautie nought auailes. You must be proud, for pleasures hardly got, And swéete, if once attainde. Faire Aluida, Thy counsell makes Remilia passing wise. Suppose that thou weart Rasnes mightinesse, And I Remilia Prince of excellence. I would be maister then of loue and thée.