Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Goodman peddler, if I wist you would not be angry, To ask you a question I would be bold. I can tell what is done at Alexandry, Say what you will, you shall find me cold. I pray you tell me, are you a peddler by your occupation, I judge you rather to be a man of science. There needeth no further declaration, For here yourself have absolved your own sentence. What man think not I am altogether a fool, I know what a man is by his physnomy, At little Wytham seven years I went to school: And there learned I the science of morosophy. Wherein by your nose, by the red streamer, Another is, you keep fast your faculties. By my troth, there thou hitst the nail on the head. Dream do you say? Lord how I dream every night: Sometime I dream that I am dead, And sometime that I am young, lusty, and light. Father, many times you are in a strange taking, And namely when you should be in quiet: You dream sometimes being broad waking: For the bright sunlight, is not for old men's diet. But do you dream father, do you say? Lord, Lord, that is a true prophecy: As touching that there is one doth inveigh, And saith that a boy of an hundred year old shall die. A boy of an hundred year, marry sir, here is a toy: By God peddler, all that thou sayst is not true: How can one of an hundredth year old be a boy, That is all like as an old garment could be a new. The eldest that be, were sometimes boys, Wherein they followed their own sensual will: If men of great age use the same toys, What are they else but very boys still. Age is right honourable, the Preacher doth say, By God peddler, you had not need to dispraise age: There was never less reverence then is at this day, For very children now presume against the sage. Children borne of wicked parents saith he, Shall be witness of their parents wickedness: For how could the children so mischievous be, Except their parents suffered their unhappiness, But there is much evil seed sown and upsprung, For lack of moisture and pleasant dews, They shall wither away while they be young, A while they shall tarry here for pleasant shows. But age you do say is right honourable, Which age consisteth in many years and long time, A man's wisdom is his age commendable, And his age is a pure life without crime. I marvel where you had all this gear, You have a great deal of this other men lack. About the Country with me I do it bear, Store of such gear I tell you I have in my pack. I will see some of your ware anon, by your leave, Come, come, I pray you let us go hence.
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Goodman Pedler, if I wist you would not be angry, To aske you a question I would be bold. I can tell what is done at Alexaadry, Say what you will, you shall finde me cold. I pray you tell me, are you a Pedler by your occupation▪ I iudge you rather to be a man of science. There needeth no further declaration, For here your selfe haue obsolued your owne sentence. VVhat man thinke not I am altogither a foole, I know what a man is by his sisnomie, At litle Wytham seuen yeares I went to schoole: And there learned I the science of Morosophie. VVherein by your nose, by the red streamer, Another is, you keepe fast your faculties. By my troth, there thou hitst the naile on the head. Dreame do you say? Lord how I dreame euerie night: Sometime I dreame that I am dead, And sometime that I am yong, lustie, and light. Father, many times you are in a straunge taking, And namely when you should be in quiet: You dreame sometimes being broad waking: For the bright sunlight, is not for old mens diet. But do you dreame father, do you say? Lord, Lord, that is a true prophecie: As touching that there is one doth inuay, And saith that a boy of an hundred yeare old shall die. A boy of an hundred yeare, marry sir, here is a toy: By God Pedler, all that thou saist is not true: How can one of an hundreth yeare old be a boy, That is all like as an old garment could be a new. The eldest that be, were sometimes boyes, Wherein they followed their owne sensuall will: If men of great age vse the same toyes, What are they else but verie boyes still. Age is right honourable, the Preacher doth say, By God Pedler, you had not need to dispraise age: There was neuer lesse reuerence then is at this day, For very children now presume against the sage. Children borne of wicked parents saith he, Shall be witnesse of their parents wickednesse: For how could the children so mischieuous be, Except their parents suffered their vnhappinesse, But there is much euill seed sowne and vpsprong, For lacke of moysture and pleasant dewes, They shall wither away while they be yong, A while they shall tarry here for pleasant shewes. But age you do say is right honourable, Which age consisteth in many yeares and long time, A mans wisedome is his age commendable, And his age is a pure life without crime. I maruell where you had all this geare, You haue a great deale of this other men lacke. About the Country with me I do it beare, Store of such geare I tell you I haue in my packe. I will see some of your ware anon, by your leaue, Come, come, I pray you let vs go hence.