Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 498 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Sir, I praise the Lord for you, and so may my parishioners, for their Sons are well tutored by you, and their Daughter's profit very greatly under you: you are a good member of the commonwealth. Mehercle, If their Sons be ingennous, they shall want no instruction: If their Daughters be capable, I will put it to them. But Vir sapis qui pauca loquitur, a soul Feminine saluteth us. God give you good morrow M. Person. Master Person, quasi Person? And if one should be pierced, Which is the one? Marry M. Schoolmaster, he that is likest to a hogshead. Of piercing a Hogshead, a good lustre of conceit in a curph of Earth, Fire enough for a Flint, Pearl enough for a Swine: 'tis pretty, it is well. Good Master Parson be so good as read me this Letter, it was given me by Costard, and sent me from Don Armatho: I beseech you read it. Facile procor gellida, quando pecas omnia sub umbraruminat, and so forth. Ah good old Mantuan, I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice, vemchie, vencha, que non te unde, que non te perreche. Old Mantuam, old Mantuan. Who understandeth thee not, ut re sol la mi fa: Under pardon sir, What are the contents? or rather as Horace says in his, What my soul verses. I sir, and very learned. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse, Lege domine. If Love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? Ah never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed. Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful prove. Those thoughts to me were Okes, to thee like Osiers bowed. Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes. Where all those pleasures live, that Art would comprehend. If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice. Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee commend. All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without wonder. Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire; Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful thunder. Which not to anger bend, is music, and sweet fire. Celestial as thou art, Oh pardon love this wrong, That sings heaven's praise, with such an earthly tongue. You find not the apostraphas, and so miss the accent. Let me superuise the cangenet. Here are only numbers ratified, but for the elegancy, facility, & golden cadence of poesy caret: Ouiddius Naso was the man. And why in deed Naso, but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy? the jerks of invention imitarie is nothing: So doth the Hound his master, the Ape his keeper, the tired Horse his rider: But Damosella virgin, Was this directed to you? I sir from one monsieur Berowne, one of the strange Queen's Lords. I will overglance the superscript. I will look again on the intellect of the Letter, for the nomination of the party written to the person written unto.
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)
Sir, I praiſe the Lord for you, and ſo may my pariſhioners, for their Sonnes are well tutor'd by you, and their Daughters profit very greatly vnder you: you are a good member of the common-wealth. Mehercle, If their Sonnes be ingennous, they ſhall want no inſtruction: If their Daughters be capable, I will put it to them. But Vir ſapis qui pauca loquitur, a ſoule Feminine ſaluteth vs. God giue you good morrow M. Perſon. Maſter Perſon, quaſi Perſon? And if one ſhould be perſt, Which is the one? Marry M. Schoolemaſter, hee that is likeſt to a hogſhead. Of perſing a Hogshead, a good luſter of conceit in a curph of Earth, Fire enough for a Flint, Pearle enough for a Swine: 'tis prettie, it is well. Good Maſter Parſon be ſo good as reade mee this Letter, it was giuen mee by Coſtard, and ſent mee from Don Armatho: I beſeech you reade it. Facile procor gellida, quando pecas omnia ſub vmbraruminat, and ſo forth. Ah good old Mantuan, I may ſpeake of thee as the traueiler doth of Venice, vemchie, vencha, que non te vnde, que non te perreche. Old Mantuam, old Mantuan. Who vnderſtandeth thee not, vt re ſol la mi fa: Vnder pardon ſir, What are the contents? or rather as Horrace ſayes in his, What my ſoule verſes. I ſir, and very learned. Let me heare a ſtaffe, a ſtanze, a verſe, Lege domine. If Loue make me forſworne, how ſhall I ſweare to loue? Ah neuer faith could hold, if not to beautie vowed. Though to my ſelfe forſworn, to thee Ile faithfull proue. Thoſe thoughts to mee were Okes, to thee like Oſiers bowed. Studie his byas leaues, and makes his booke thine eyes. Where all thoſe pleaſures liue, that Art would comprehend. If knowledge be the marke, to know thee ſhall ſuffice. Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee cōmend. All ignorant that ſoule, that ſees thee without wonder. Which is to me ſome praiſe, that I thy parts admire; Thy eye Ioues lightning beares, thy voyce his dreadfull thunder. Which not to anger bent, is muſique, and ſweet fire. Celeſtiall as thou art, Oh pardon loue this wrong, That ſings heauens praiſe, with ſuch an earthly tongue. You finde not the apoſtraphas, and ſo miſſe the accent. Let me ſuperuiſe the cangenet. Here are onely numbers ratified, but for the elegancy, facility, & golden cadence of poeſie caret: Ouiddius Naſo was the man. And why in deed Naſo, but for ſmelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy? the ierkes of inuention imitarie is nothing: So doth the Hound his maſter, the Ape his keeper, the tyred Horſe his rider: But Damoſella virgin, Was this directed to you? I ſir from one mounſier Berowne, one of the ſtrange Queenes Lords. I will ouerglance the ſuperſcript. I will looke againe on the intellect of the Letter, for the nomination of the partie written to the perſon written vnto.