Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Farewell unto you both: and London too, Farewell to thee, where first I was enticed, That scandalized thy dignity with shame, But now thou hast returned me treble blame, My tongue that gave consent enjoined to beg. Mine eyes adjudged to hourly laments, Mine arms for their embracings, catch the air, And these quick nimble feet that were so ready To step into a king's for bidden bed, London thy flints have punished for their pride, And thou hast drunk their blood for thy revenge, What now avails to think what I have been, Then welcome nakedness and poverty, Welcome contempt, welcome you barren fields, Welcome the lack of meat, and lack of friends, And wretched Iane, according to thy state, Sit here, sit here, and lower if might be: All things that breath in their extremity, Have some recourse of succour, thou hast none, The child offended flies unto the mother, The Soldier struck, retires unto his Captain, The fish distressed, slides into the river, Birds of the air do fly unto their dams, And underneath their wings are quickly shrouded Nay, beat the spaniel, & his master moans him, But I have neither where to shroud myself, Nor any one to make my moan unto, Come patience then, and though my body pine, Make then a banquet to refresh my soul, Let hearts deep throbbing sighs be all my bread, My drink salt tears, my guests repentant thoughts That who so knew me, and doth see me now, May shun by me the breach of wedlocks vow. Oh God how full of dangers grows these till And no assurance seen in any state, No man can say that he is master now, Of any thing is his, such is the tide Of sharp disturbance running through the land, I have given over my office in the Tower, Because I cannot brook their vile complots, Nor smother such outrageous villainies: But mistress Shore, to be so basely wronged, And vildly used, that hath so well deserved, It doth afflict me in the very soul, She saved my kinsman, Harrie Stranguidge life, Therefore in duty am I bound to her, To do what good I way, though law forbid, See where she sits, God comfort thee good soul, First take that to relieve thy body with, And next receive this book, wherein is food, Manna of heaven to refresh thy soul: These holy meditations mistress Shore, Will yield much comfort in this misery, Whereon contemplate still, and never lin, That God may be unmindful of thy sin. Master Lieutenant, in my heart I thank ye, For this kind comfort to a wretched soul: Welcome sweet prayer-book, food of my life, The sovereign balm for my sick conscience: Thou shalt be my soul's pleasure and delight, To wipe my sins out of Jehovah's sight. B. Do so good mistress Shore, now I must leave ye, Because some other business calls me hence, And God I pray regard your penitence. Farewell sir Robert, and for this good to me, The God of heaven be mindful still of thee.
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Farewell vnto you both: and London too, Farewell to thee, where first I was inticde, That scandalizde thy dignitie with shame, But now thou hast returnde me treble blame, My tongue that gaue consent inioynde to beg. Mine eies adiudgde to hourely laments, Mine armes for their imbracings, catch the aire, And these quicke nimble féet that were so readie To step into a kings for bidden bed, London thy ints haue punisht for their pride, And thou hast drunke their bloud for thy reuenge, What now auailes to thinke what I haue béene, Then welcome nakednesse and pouertie, Welcome contempt, welcome you barren fields, Welcome the lacke of meat, and lacke of friends, And wretched Iane, according to thy state, Sit here, sit here, and lower if might be: All things that breath in their extremitie, Haue some recourse of succour, thou hast none, The child offended flies vnto the mother, The Soldiour strucke, retires vnto his Captain, The fish distressed, slides into the riuer, Birds of the ayre do flie vnto their dammes, And vnderneath their wings are quickly shrouded Nay, beat the spanniel, & his master mones him, But I haue neither where to shroud my selfe, Nor any one to make my mone vnto, Come patience then, and though my bodie pine, Make then a banquet to refresh my soule, Let hearts déepe throbbing sighs be all my bread, My drink salt tears, my guests repentāt thoughts That who so knew me, and doth sée me now, May shunne by me the breach of wedlockes vow. Oh God how full of dangers growes these til And no assurance séene in any state, No man can say that hee is maister now, Of any thing is his, such is the tide Of sharpe disturbance running through the land, I haue giuen ouer my office in the Towre, Because I cannot brooke their vile complots, Nor smoother such outragious villanies: But mistris Shoare, to be so basely wrongde, And vildly vsde, that hath so well deserude, It doth afflict me in the verie soule, She sau'de my kinsman, Harrie Stranguidge life, Threfore in dutie am I bound to her, To do what good I way, though law forbid, Sée where she sits, God comfort thée good soule, First take that to reléeue thy bodie with, And next receiue this booke, wherein is foode, Manna of heauen to refresh thy soule: These holy meditations mistris Shoare, Will yeeld much comfort in this miserie, Whereon contemplate still, and neuer linne, That God may be vnmindfull of thy sinne. Master Lieutenant, in my hart I thank ye, For this kind comfort to a wretched soule: Welcome wéet prayer-booke, food of my life, The soueraigne balme for my sicke conscience: Thou shalt be my soules pleasure and delight, To wipe my sinnes out of Ichouacs sight. B. Do so good mistris Shoare, now I must leaue ye, Because some other businesse cals me hence, And God I pray regard your penitence. Farewell sir Robert, and for this good to mée, The God of heauen bee mindfull still of thee.