Heywood, John · published 1544 · first performed or written 1520 [c.1520-1522] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Sir ye may show your ware for your mind But I think ye shall no profit find Well though this your neigh acquit no cost Yet think I not my labour lost For by the faith of my body I like full well this company Up shall this pack for it is plain I came not hither all for gain Who may not play one day in a week May think his thrift is far to seek devise what pastime ye think best And make ye sure to find me priest Why be ye so universal That you can do what so ever ye shall. Sir if ye list to appose me What I can do then shall ye see. Than tell me this be ye perfit in drinking perfit in drinking as may be wysht by thinking Then after your drinking how fall ye to winking Sir after drinking while the shot is tynking Some heads be swimming but mine will be sinking And upon drinking mine eyse will be pynking For winking to drinking is always lynking. Then drink and sleep ye can well do But if ye were desired thereto I pray you tell me can you sing Sir I have some sight in singing. But is your breast any thing sweet. What ever my breast be, my voice is meet, That answer showeth you a right singing man Now what is your will good father than. What helpeth will where is no skill And what helpeth skill where is no wit. For will or skill what helpeth it Where froward knaves be lacking will Leave of this curyosytie And who that list sing after me. This liketh me well so mot I the. So help me god it liketh not me Where company is met and well agreed Good pastime doth right well in deed But who can sit in dalliance Men sit in such a variance As we were set or ye came in Which strife this man did first begin Alleging that such men as use For love of god not and refuse On for to go from place to place A pilgrimage calling for grace Shall in that pain with penitence Obtain discharge of conscience Comparing that life for the best Enduction to our endless rest Upon these words our matter grew For if he could avow them true As good to be a gardener As for to be a pardoner But when I hard him so far wide I then approached and replied saying this that this indulgence Having the foresaid penitence dischargeth man of all offence With much more profit than this pretence I ask but two pens at the most I iwis this is not very great cost And from all pain without despair My soul for his keep even his chair And when he dieth he may be sure To come to heaven even at pleasure And more than heaven he can not get How far so ever he list to let
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶Syr ye maye ſhowe your ware for your mynde But I thynke ye ſhall no profyte fynde ¶Well though thys your ney acquyte no coſte Yet thynke I nat my labour loſte For by the fayth of my body I lyke full well thys company Vp ſhall this packe for it is playne I came not hyther al for gayne Who may nat play one day in a weke May thynke hys thryfte is farre to ſeke Deuyſe what paſtyme ye thynke beſte And make ye ſure to fynde me preſt ☞Why be ye ſo vnyuerſall That you can do what ſo euer ye ſhall. ¶Syr yf ye lyſte to appoſe me What I can do then ſhall ye ſe. ¶Than tell me thys be ye perfyt in drynkynge ¶Perfyt in drynkynge as may be wyſht by thynkyng ¶Then after your drynkyng how fall ye to wynkyng ¶Syr after drynkynge whyle the ſhot is tynkynge Some hedes be ſwymmyng but myne wyl be ſynkynge And vpon drynkynge myne eyſe wyll be pynkynge For wynkynge to drynkynge is alway lynkynge. ¶Then drynke and ſlepe ye can well do But yf ye were deſyred therto I pray you tell me can you ſynge ⚜Syr I haue ſome ſyght in ſyngynge. ¶But is your breſt any thynge ſwete. ⚜What euer my breſte be, my voyce is mete▪ ¶That anſwere ſheweth you a ryght ſyngynge man Now what is your wyll good father than. ☞What helpeth wyll where is no ſkyll ⚜And what helpeth ſkyll where is no wyt. ☞For wyll or ſkyll what helpeth it Where frowarde knaues be lackynge wyll Leue of thys curyoſytie And who that lyſte ſynge after me. ¶Thys lyketh me well ſo mot I the. ❧So helpe me god it lyketh nat me Where company is met and well agreed Good paſtyme doth ryght well in dede But who can ſyt in dalyaunce Men ſyt in ſuche a variaunce As we were ſet or ye came in Whiche ſtryfe thys man dyd fyrſt begynne Allegynge that ſuche men as vſe For loue of god nat and refuſe On fot to goo from place to place A pylgrymage callynge for grace Shall in that payne with penitence Obtayne diſcharge of conſcyence Comparynge that lyfe for the beſte Enduccyon to our endles reſte Vpon theſe wordes our mater grewe For yf he coulde auow them true As good to be a gardener As for to be a pardoner But when I harde hym ſo farre wyde I then aproched and replyed Sayenge this that this indulgence Hauyng the forſayd penitence Dyſchargeth man of all offence With muche more profyt then this pretence I ake but two pens at the moſte I wys this is nat very great coſte And from all payne without dyſpayre My ſoule for his kepe euen his chayre And when he dyeth he may be ſure To come to heuen euen at pleaſure And more then heuen he can nat get How farre ſo euer he lyſte to et