Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
I like thy moderation wondrous well: And this thy balance, weighing the white glass And black, with equal poise and steadfast hand, A pattern is to Princes and great men, How to weigh all estates indifferently: The Spiritualty and Temporalty alike, Neither to be too prodigal of smiles, Nor too severe in frowning without cause. If you be wise, you Monarchs of the earth, Have two such glasses still before your eyes; Think as you have a white glass running on, Good days, friend's favour, and all things at beck, So this white glass run out (as out it will) The black comes next, your downfall is at hand, Take this of me, for somewhat I have tried; A mighty ebb follows a mighty tide. But say, Solstitium, hadst thou nought beside? Nought but days eyes, and fair looks, gave I thee? Nothing my Lord, nor ought more did I ask. But hadst thou always kept thee in my sight, Thy good deserts, though silent, would have asked. Deserts, my Lord, of ancient servitors, Are like old sores, which may not be ripped up: Such use these times have got, that none must beg, But those that have young limbs to lavish fast. I grieve, no more regard was had of thee: A little sooner hadst thou spoke to me, Thou hadst been heard, but now the time is past: Death waiteth at the door for thee and me; Let us go measure out our beds in clay: Nought but good deeds hence shall we bear away. Be, as thou wert, best steward of my hours, And so return unto thy country bowers. Fie, fie of honesty, fie: Solstitium is an ass, pardie, this play is a gallimaufry: fetch me some drink, somebody. What cheer, what cheer, my hearts? are not you thirsty with listening to this dry sport? What have we to do with scales, and hourglasses, except we were Bakers, or Clock-keepers? I cannot tell how other men are addicted, but it is against my profession to use any scales, but such as we play at with a bowl, or keep any hours, but dinner or supper. It is a pedantical thing, to respect times and seasons: if a man be drinking with good fellows late, he must come home, for fear the gates be shut; when I am in my warm bed, I must rise to prayers, because the bell rings. I like no such foolish customs. Actors, bring now a black Iack, and a roundlet of of Rhenish wine, disputing of the antiquity of red noses; let the prodigal child come out in his doublet and hose all greasy, his shirt hanging forth, and ne'er a penny in his purse, and talk what a fine thing it is to walk summerly, or sit whistling under a hedge and keep hogs. Go forward in grace and virtue to proceed; but let us have no more of these grave matters. Vertumnus, will Sol come before us. Sol, Sol, vt, re, me, fa, sol, come to church while the bell toll. I marry, here comes majesty in pomp, Resplendent Sol, chief planet of the heavens, He is our servant, looks he ne'er so big.
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I like thy moderation wondrous well: And this thy ballance, wayghing the white glasse And blacke, with equall poyze and stedfast hand, A patterne is to Princes and great men, How to weigh all estates indifferently: The Spiritualty and Temporalty alike, Neyther to be too prodigall of smyles, Nor too seuere in frowning without cause. If you be wise, you Monarchs of the earth, Haue two such glasses still before your eyes; Thinke as you haue a white glasse running on, Good dayes, friends fauour, and all things at beck, So this white glasse runne out (as out it will) The blacke comes next, your downfall is at hand, Take this of me, for somewhat I haue tryde; A mighty ebbe followes a mighty tyde. But say, Solstitium, hadst thou nought besides? Nought but dayes eyes, and faire looks, gaue I thee? Nothing my Lord, nor ought more did I aske. But hadst thou alwayes kept thee in my sight, Thy good deserts, though silent, would haue askt. Deserts, my Lord, of ancient seruitours, Are like old sores, which may not be ript vp: Such vse these times haue got, that none must beg, But those that haue young limmes to lauish fast. I grieue, no more regard was had of thee: A little sooner hadst thou spoke to me, Thou hadst bene heard, but now the time is past: Death wayteth at the dore for thee and me; Let vs goe measure out our beds in clay: Nought but good deedes hence shall we beare away. Be, as thou wert, best steward of my howres, And so returne vnto thy countrey bowres. Fye, fye of honesty, fye: Solstitium is an asse, perdy, this play is a gally-maufrey: fetch mee some drinke, some body. What cheere, what cheere, my hearts? are not you thirsty with liftening to this dry sport? What haue we to doe with scales, and hower-glasses, except we were Bakers, or Clock-keepers? I cannot tell how other men are addicted, but it is against my profession to vse any scales, but such as we play at with a boule, or keepe any howers, but dinner or supper. It is a pedanticall thing, to respect times and seasons: if a man be drinking with good fellowes late, he must come home, for feare the gates be shut; when I am in my warme bed, I must rise to prayers, because the bell rings. I like no such foolish customes. Actors, bring now a black Iack, and a rundlet of of Renish wine, disputing of the antiquity of red noses; let the prodigall childe come out in his dublet and hose all greasy, his shirt hanging forth, and ne're a penny in his purse, and talke what a fine thing it is to walke summerly, or sit whistling vnder a hedge and keepe hogges. Go forward in grace and vertue to proceed; but let vs haue no more of these graue matters. Vertumnus, will Sol come before vs. Sol, Sol, vt, re, me, fa, sol, come to church while the bell toll. I marrie, here comes maiestie in pompe, Resplendent Sol, chiefe planet of the heauens, He is our seruant, lookes he ne're so big.