Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
servos fideles liberalitaes facit: Where on the contrary, servitutem: Those that attend upon illiberal Lords, Whose covetise yields nought else but fair looks, Even of those fair looks make their gainful use. For as in Ireland and in Denmark both Witches for gold will sell a man a wind, Which in the corner of a napkin wrapped, Shall blow him safe unto what coast he will: So make ill servants sale of their Lords wind, Which wrapped up in a piece of parchment, Blows many a knave forth danger of the law. Enough of this, let me go make my will. Ah it is made, although I hold my peace, These two will share betwixt them what I have. The surest way to get my will performed, Is to make my executor my heir: And he, if all be given him and none else, Unfallibly will see it well performed. lions will feed, though none bid them go to. Ill grows the tree affordeth ne'er a graft. Had I some issue to sit in my throne, My grief would die, death should not hear me groan. But when perforce these must enjoy my wealth, Which thank me not, but enter't as a prey, Bequeathed it is not, but clean cast away. Autumn, be thou successor of my seat: Hold, take my crown: look how he grasps for it. Thou shalt not have it yet: but hold it too; Why should I keep that needs I must forego? Then (duty laid aside) you do me wrong: I am more worthy of it far then he. He hath no skill nor courage for to rule, A weather-beaten bankrupt ass it is, That scatters and consumeth all he hath: Each one do pluck from him without control. He is nor hot nor cold, a silly soul, That fain would please each party, if so he might: He and the spring are scholars favourites. What scholars are, what thriftless kind of men, yourself be judge, and judge of him by them. When Cerberus was headlong drawn from hell, He voided a black poison from his mouth, Called Aconitum, whereof ink was made: That ink with reeds first laid on dried barks, Served men a while to make rude works withal, Till Hermes, secretary to the Gods, Or Hermes Trismegistus as some will, Weary with graving in blind characters, And figures of familiar beasts and plants, Invented letters to write lies withal. In them he penned the fables of the Gods, The giants war, and thousand tales beside. After each nation got these toys in use, There grew up certain drunken parasites, Termed Poets, which for a meals meat or two, Would promise monarchs immortality: They vomited in verse all that they knew, Found causes and beginnings of the world, Fetched pedigrees of mountains and of floods, From men and women whom the Gods transformed: If any town or city, they passed by, Had in compassion (thinking them mad men) Forborn to whip them, or imprison them, That city was not built by human hands, 'twas raised by music, like Megara walls, Apollo, poet's patron founded it, Because they found one fitting favour there: Musaeus, Lynus, Homer, Orpheus, Were of this trade, and thereby won their fame.
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Seruos fideles liberalitaes facit: Where on the contrarie, seruitutem: Those that attend vponilliberall Lords, Whose couetize yeelds nought els but faire lookes, Euen of those faire lookes make their gainfull vse. For as in Ireland and in Denmarke both Witches for gold will sell a man a wind, Which in the corner of a napkin wrapt, Shall blow him safe vnto what coast he will: So make ill seruants sale of their Lords wind, Which wrapt vp in a piece of parchment, Blowes many a knaue forth danger of the law. Inough of this, let me go make my will. Ah it is made, although I hold my peace, These two will share betwixt them what I haue. The surest way to get my will perform'd, Is to make my executour my heire: And he, if all be giuen him and none els, Vnfallibly will see it well perform'd. Lyons will feed, though none bid them go to. Ill growes the tree affordeth ne're a graft. Had I some issue to sit in my throne, My griefe would die, death should not heare mee grone. But when perforce these must enioy my wealth, Which thanke me not, but enter't as a pray, Bequeath'd it is not, but cleane cast away. Autumne, be thou successor of my seat: Hold, take my crowne: looke how he graspes for it. Thou shalt not haue it yet: but hold it too; Why should I keep that needs I must forgo? Then (dutie laid aside) you do me wrong: I am more worthie of it farre then he. He hath no skill nor courage for to rule, A weather-beaten banckrout asse it is, That scatters and consumeth all he hath: Eche one do plucke from him without controll. He is nor hot nor cold, a sillie soule, That faine would please eche party, if so he might: He and the spring are schollers fauourites. What schollers are, what thriftles kind of men, Your selfe be iudge, and iudge of him by them. When Cerberus was headlong drawne from hell, He voided a blacke poison from his mouth, Called Aconitum, whereof inke was made: That inke with reeds first laid on dried barkes, Seru'd men a while to make rude workes withall, Till Hermes, secretarie to the Gods, Or Hermes Trismegistus as some will, Wearie with grauing in blind characters, And figures of familiar beasts and plants, Inuented letters to write lies withall. In them he pend the fables of the Gods, The gyants warre, and thousand tales besides. After eche nation got these toyesin vse, There grew vp certaine drunken parasites, Term'd Poets, which for a meales meat or two, Would promise monarchs immortalitie: They vomited in verse all that they knew, Found causes and beginnings of the world, Fetcht pedegrees of mountaines and of flouds, From men and women whom the Gods transform'd: If any towne or citie, they pass'd by, Had in compassion (thinking them mad men) Forborne to whip them, or imprison them, That citie was not built by humane hands, T'was raisde by musique, like Megara walles, Apollo, poets patron founded it, Because they found one fitting fauour there: Musaeus, Lynus, Homer, Orpheus, Were of this trade, and thereby wonne their fame.