Nashe, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1592 (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 503 words
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What sayst thou? hast thou made a good batch? I pray thee give me a new loaf. Christmas, how chance thou com'st not as the rest, Accompanied with some music, or some song? A merry carol would have graced thee well, Thy ancestors have used it heretofore. ay, antiquity was the mother of ignorance: this latter world that sees but with her spectacles, hath spied a pad in those sports more than they could. What, is't against thy conscience for to sing? No nor to say, by my troth, if I may get a good bargain. Why, thou shouldst spend, thou shouldst not care to get. Christmas is god of hospitality. So will he never be of good husbandry. I may say to you, there is many an old god, that is now grown out of fashion. So is the god of hospitality. What reason canst thou give he should be left? No other reason, but that Gluttony is a sin, & too many dunghills are infectious. A man's belly was not made for a powdering beef tub: to feed the poor twelve days, & let them starve all the year after, would but stretch out the guts wider than they should be, & so make famine a bigger den in their bellies, than he had before. I should kill an ox, & have some such fellow as Milo to come and eat it up at a mouthful. Or like the Sybarites, do nothing all one year, but bid guests against the next year. The scraping of trenchers you think would put a man to no charges. It is not a hundredth pound a year would serve the scullions in dishclouts. My house stands upon vaults, it will fall if it be overloaden with a multitude. Besides, have you never read of a city that was undermined and destroyed by moles? So, say I keep hospitality, and a whole fair of beggars bid me to dinner every day, what with making legs, when they thank me at their going away, and settling their wallets handsomely on their backs, they would shake as many louse on the ground, as were able to undermine my house, and undo me utterly: It is their prayers would build it again, if it were overthrown by this vermin, would it? I pray, who begun feasting, and gormandize first, but Sardanapalus, Nero, Heliogabalus, Commodus, tyrants, whoremasters, unthrifts? Some call them Emperors, but I respect no crowns, but crowns in the purse. Any man may wear a silver crown, that hath made a fray in Smithfield, & lost but a piece of his brain pan. And to tell you plain, your golden crowns are little better in substance, and many times got after the same sort. Gross-headed sot, how light he makes of state! Who treadeth not on stars when they are fallen? Who talketh not of states, when they are dead? A fool conceits no further than he sees, He hath no sense of aught, but what he feels.
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What saist thou? hast thou made a good batch? I pray thee giue mee a new loafe. Christmas, how chaūce thou com'st not as the rest, Accompanied with some musique, or some song? A merry Carroll would haue grac't thee well, Thy ancestors haue vs'd it heretofore. I, antiquity was the mother of ignorance: this latter world that sees but with her spectacles, hath spied a pad in those sports more then they could. What, is't against thy conscience for to sing? No nor to say, by my troth, if I may get a good bargaine. Why, thou should'st spend, thou should'st not care to get. Christmas is god of hospitality. So will he neuer be of good husbandry. I may say to you, there is many an old god, that is now growne out of fashion. So is the god of hospitality. What reason canst thou giue he should be left? No other reason, but that Gluttony is a sinne, & too many dunghils are infectious. A mans belly was not made for a poudring beefe tub: to feede the poore twelue dayes, & let them starue all the yeare after, would but stretch out the guts wider then they should be, & so make famine a bigger den in their bellies, then he had before. I should kill an oxe, & haue some such fellow as Milo to come and eate it vp at a mouth-full. Or like the Sybarites, do nothing all one yeare, but bid ghestes against the next yeare. The scraping of trenchers you thinke would put a man to no charges. It is not a hundreth pound a yeare would serue the scullions in dishclouts. My house stands vpon vaults, it will fall if it be ouer-loden with a multitude. Besides, haue you neuer read of a city that was vnderminde and destroyed by Mowles? So, say I keepe hospitalitie, and a whole faire of beggers bid me to dinner euery day, what with making legges, when they thanke me at their going away, and setling their wallets handsomly on their backes, they would shake as many lice on the ground, as were able to vndermine my house, and vndoe me vtterly: It is their prayers would builde it againe, if it were ouerthrowne by this vermine, would it? I pray, who begun feasting, and gourmandize first, but Sardanapalus, Nero, Heliogabalus, Commodus, tyrāts, whoremasters, vnthrifts? Some call them Emperours, but I respect no crownes, but crownes in the purse. Any mā may weare a siluer crowne, that hath made a fray in Smithfield, & lost but a peece of his braine pan. And to tell you plaine, your golden crownes are little better in substance, and many times got after the same sort. Grosse-headed sot, how light he makes of state! Who treadeth not on stars when they are fallen? Who talketh not of states, when they are dead? A foole conceits no further then he sees, He hath no scence of ought, but what he feeles.