Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
there Pride had a pull I love it well to have 〈◊〉 here a wot beneath mine ere For ever more I stand in fere That mine nek should take cold I knit it up all the night and the day time comb it downright And then it cryspeth and shineth as bright as any pyrsed gold My doublet is on laced before A stomacher of satin and no more Rain it snow it never so sore Me thinketh I am to hot Than have I such a short gown With wide sleeves that hang a down They would make some lad in this town a doublet and a cote Some men would think that this were pride But it is not so/ ho ho abide I have a dagger by my side yet thereof spoke not I I bought this dagger at the mart A sharp point and a tart He that had it in his heart Were as good to die Than have I a sword or twain To bear them myself it were a pain They are so heavy that I am fain to purvey such a sad Though I say it a pretty boy It is half my lives joy He maketh me laugh with many a toy The urchin is so mad I begat the whoreson in baste It was done all in haste ye may see there was no waste Sometime he serveth me at board sometime he beareth my two hand sword thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Look 〈◊〉 thy father's face But now to be that I come fore And of these things to speak no more me longeth fore To here some newly I here say there is a great state Come in to this contrary late And is disposed algate an householder to be Father's soul sirs/ ye shall understand That if he keep household in this land I will thrust in one hand who so ever say nay what so ever the man intent To appear the world or to amend I willbe with him at that one end Hap what hap may I meet worldly affection ere wile From this town scant a mile and he hath she wed me a pretty while If I may put it in ure He tells me that sensuality begins a great ruler to be and if it be so/ care not for me The matter is cock sure Ay good lord what man is that Father's soul this is some great wat This is he that ye seek See this brat This boy is passing taunt Come behind and follow me Set out the better leg I warn the yes in the best wise trust ye me ale seygniour ale vouse avant ¶ Saluꝰ to you syr. into you also Whence are ye I shall tell you or I go But first would I speak a word in no more with this servant of yours
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
there Pryde had a pull ¶ I loue yt well to haue here a wote byneth myne ere For euer more I stande in fere That myne nek shold take cold I knyt yt vp all the nyght and the day tyme kemb yt do wnryght And thē yt cryspeth and shyneth as bryght as any pyrsed gold ¶ My doublet ys on laced byfore A stomacher of saten and no more Rayn yt snow yt neuer so sore Me thynketh I am to hote Than haue I suche a short gown Wyth wyde sleues that hang a down They wold make some lad in thys town a doublet and a cote ¶ Som mē wold thynk yt this were pryde But yt ys not so / ho ho abyde I haue a dagger by my syde yet therof spake not I I bought thys dagger at the marte A sharp poynt and a tarte He that had yt in hys hart Were as good to dye ¶ Than haue I a sworde or twayn To bere theym my selfe yt were a payne They ar so heuy that I am fayne to puruey suche a sad Though I say yt a praty boy It ys halfe my lyues ioy He maketh me laugh wyth many a toy The vrchyn ys so mad ¶ I begate the horson in bast It was done all in hast ye may se there was no wast Sometyme he serueth me at borde sometyme he bereth my two hand sword thou Loke thy faders face ¶ But now to be that I com fore And of these thynges to speke no more me longeth fore To here some newelie I here say there ys a great state Com in to thys contray late And ys dysposed algate an housholder to be ¶ Fathers soule syrs / ye shall vnderstād That yf he kepe houshold in thys land I wyll threst in one hand who so euer say nay what so euer the man intend To appayre the world or to amend I wylbe wyth hym at that one end Hap what hap may ¶ I mete worldly affeccyon ere wyle From thys town skant a myle and he hath she wed me a praty whyle If I may put yt in vre He tellys me that Sensualyte Begynnys a great rular to be and yf yt be so / care not for me The mater ys cok sure ¶ Ey good lord what man ys that Fathers soule thys ys some great wat ¶ Thys ys he that ye seeke ¶ Se thys brat Thys boy ys passyng taunte Com behynd and folow me Set out the better leg I warne the ¶ yes in the best wyse trust ye me ale seygniour ale vouse auant ¶ Saluꝰ to you syr. īto you also Whens are ye ¶ I shall tell you or I go But fyrst wold I speke a worde ī no mo wyth thys saruant of yours