Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
And as it is the spittle-house's guise, Over the gate to write their founders names, Or on the outside of their walls at least, In hope by their examples others moved. Will be more bountiful and liberal, So in the forefront of their Chronicles, Or Peroration operis, They learnings benefactors reckon up, Who built this college, who gave that Free-school, What King or Queen advanced Scholars most, And in their times what writers flourished; Rich men and magistrates whilst yet they live, They flatter palpably, in hope of gain. Smooth-tongued Orators, the fourth in place, Lawyers, our commonwealth entitles them, mere swashbucklers, and ruffianly mates, That will for twelve pence make a doughty fray, Set men for straws together by the ears. Sky measuring Mathematicians; Gold-breathing Alchemists also we have, Both which are subtle witted humorists, That get their meals by telling miracles, Which they have seen in travailing the skies, Vain boasters, liars, makeshifts, they are all, Men that removed from their inkhorn terms, Bring forth no action worthy of their bread. What should I speak of pale physicians? Who as Fismenus non nasatus was, (Upon a wager that his friends had laid) Hired to live in a privy a whole year: So are they hired for lucre and for gain, All their whole life to smell on excrements. Very true, for I have heard it for a proverb many a time and oft, Hunc os fatidum, fah, he stinks like a physician. Innumerable monstrous practises, Hath loitering contemplation brought forth more, Which 'twere too long particular to recite: Suffice they all conduce unto this end, To banish labour, nourish slothfulness, Pamper up lust, devise new-fangled sins. Nay I will justify there is no vice, Which learning and wild knowledge brought not in, Or in whose praise some learned have not wrote. The art of murder Machiavel hath penned: Whoredom hath Ovid to uphold her throne: And Aretine of late in Italie, Whose Cortigiana toucheth bawds their trade. Gluttony Epicurus doth defend, And books of th'art of cookery confirm: Of which Platina hath not writ the least. Drunkenness of his good behaviour Hath testimonial from where he was borne: That pleasant work de arte bibendi, A drunken Dutchman spewed out few years since: Nor wanteth sloth (although sloth's plague be want). His paper pillars for to lean upon, The praise of nothing pleads his worthiness. Folly Erasmus sets a flourish on. For baldness, a bald ass, I have forgot, Patched up a pamphletary periwig. Slovenry Grobianus magnifieth: Sodomitry a Cardinal commends, And Aristotle necessary deems. In brief all books, divinity except, Are nought but tales of the devils laws, Poison wrapped up in sugared words, Man's pride, damnation's props, the world's abuse: Then censure (good my Lord) what bookmen are If they be pestilent members in a state; He is unfit to sit at stern of state, That favours such as will o'erthrow his state:
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Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.670 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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And as it is the Spittle-houses guise, Ouer the gate to write their founders names, Or on the outside of their walles at least, In hope by their examples others moou'd. Will be more bountifull and liberall, So in the forefront of their Chronicles, Or Peroratione operis, They learnings benefactors reckon vp, Who built this colledge, who gaue that Free-schoole, What King or Queene aduaunced Schollers most, And in their times what writers flourished; Rich men and magistrates whilest yet they liue, They flatter palpably, in hope of gayne. Smooth-tounged Orators, the fourth in place, Lawyers, our common-wealth intitles them, Meereswash-bucklers, and ruffianly mates, That will for twelue pence make a doughtie fray, Set men for strawes together by the eares. Skie measuring Mathematicians; Golde-breathing Alcumists also we haue, Both which are subtill witted humorists, That get their meales by telling miracles, Which they haue seene in trauailing the skies, Vaine boasters, lyers, make-shifts, they are all, Men that remoued from their inkehorne termes, Bring forth no action worthie of their bread. What should I speake of pale physicions? Who as Fismenus non nasatus was, (Vpon a wager that his friends had laid) Hir'de to liue in a priuie a whole yeare: So are they hir'de for lucre and for gaine, All their whole life to smell on excrements. Very true, for I haue heard it for a prouerbe many a time and oft, Hunc os fatidum, fah, he stinkes like a phisicion. Innumerable monstrous practises, Hath loytring contemplation brought forth more, Which t'were too long particular to recite: Suffice they all conduce vnto this end, To banish labour, nourish slothfulnesse, Pamper vp lust, deuise newfangled sinnes. Nay I will iustifie there is no vice, Which learning and vilde knowledge brought not in, Or in whose praise some learned haue not wrote. The arte of murther Machiauel hath pend: Whoredome hath Ouid to vphold her throne: And Aretine of late in Italie, Whose Cortigiana toucheth bawdes their trade. Gluttonie Epicurus doth defend, And bookes of th'arte of cookerie confirme: Of which Platina hath not writ the least. Drunkennesse of his good behauiour Hath testimoniall from where he was borne: That pleasant worke de arte bibendi, A drunken Dutchman spued outfew yeares since: Nor wanteth sloth (although sloths plague bee want). His paper pillers for to leane vpon, The praise of nothing pleades his worthinesse. Follie Erasmus sets a flourish on. For baldnesse, a bald asse, I haue forgot, Patcht vp a pamphletarie periwigge. Slouenrie Grobianus magnifieth: Sodomitrie a Cardinall commends, And Aristotle necessarie deemes. In briefe all bookes, diuinitie except, Are nought but tales of the diuels lawes, Poyson wrapt vp in sugred words, Mans pride, damnations props, the worlds abuse: Then censure (good my Lord) what bookemen are If they be pestilent members in a state; He is vnfit to sit at sterne of state, That fauours such as will o'rethrow his state: