Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Christmas, I tell thee plain, thou art a snudge. And wert not that we love thy father well, Thou shouldst have felt, what longs to Avarice. It is the honour of Nobility, To keep high days and solemn festivals: Then, to set their magnificence to view, To frolic open with their favourites, And use their neighbours with all courtesy, When thou in hugger-mugger spend'st thy wealth. Amend thy manners, breath thy rusty gold: Bounty will win thee love, when thou art old. ay, that bounty would I fain meet, to borrow money of, he is fairly blessed nowadays, that scapes blows when he begs. Verba dandi & reddendi, go together in the Grammar rule: there is no giving but with condition of restoring: ah Benedicite, well is he hath no necessity of gold ne of sustenance; slow good hap comes by chance; flattery best fares; Arts are but idle wares; fair words want giving hands; the Leto begs that hath no lands; fie on thee thou scurvy knave, that hast nought, and yet goest brave; a prison be thy death bed, or be hanged all save the head. backwinter, stand forth. Stand forth, stand forth, hold up your head, speak out. What, should I stand? or whether, should I go? Autumn accuseth thee of sundry crimes, Which here thou art to clear, or to confess. With thee, or Autumn, have I nought to do: I would you were both hanged face to face. Is this the reverence that thou ow'st to us? Why not? what art thou? Shalt thou always live? It is the veriest Dog in Christendom. That's for he barks at such a knave as thou. Would I could bark the sun out of the sky, Turn Moon and stars to frozen Meteors, And make the Ocean a dry land of Ice, With tempest of my breath, turn up high trees, On mountains heap up second mounts of snow, Which melted into water, might fall down, As fell the deluge on the former world. I hate the air, the fire, the Spring, the year, And what so e'er brings mankind any good. O that my looks were lightning to blast fruits! Would I with thunder presently might die, So I might speak in thunder, to slay men. Earth, if I cannot injure thee enough, I'll bite thee with my teeth, I'll scratch thee thus, I'll beat down the partition with my heels, Which as a mud-vault severs hell and thee. Spirits, come up, 'tis I that knock for you, One that envies the world, far more than you: Come up in millions, millions are to few, To execute the malice I intend. O scelus inauditum, O vox damnatorum! Not raging Hecuba, whose hollow eyes Gave suck to fifty sorrows at one time, That mid wife to so many murders was, Used half the execrations that thou dost.
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Christmas, I tell thee plaine, thou art a snudge. And wert not that we loue thy father well, Thou shouldst haue felt, what longs to Auarice. It is the honor of Nobility, To keepe high dayes and solemne festiuals: Then, to set their magnificence to view, To frolick open with their fauorites, And vse their neighbours with all curtesie, When thou in huggar mugger spend'st thy wealth. Amend thy maners, breathe thy rusty gold: Bounty will win thee loue, when thou art old. I, that bounty would I faine meete, to borrow money of, he is fairely blest now a dayes, that scapes blowes when he begges. Verba dandi & reddendi, goe together in the Grammer rule: there is no giuing but with condition of restoring: ah Benedicite, well is he hath no necessitie of gold ne of sustenance; slowe good hap comes by chance; flattery best fares; Arts are but idle wares; faire words want giuing hāds; the Leto begs that hath no lands; fie on thee thou scuruy knaue, that hast nought, and yet goest braue; a prison be thy death bed, or be hangd all saue the head. Back-winter, stand foorth. Stand forth, stād forth, hold vp your head, speak out. What, should I stand? or whether, should I go? Autumne accuseth thee of sundry crimes, Which heere thou art to cleare, or to confesse. With thee, or Autumne, haue I nought to do: I would you were both hanged face to face. Is this the reuerence that thou ow'st to vs? Why not? what art thou? Shalt thou alwayes liue? It is the veriest Dog in Christendome. That's for he barkes at such a knaue as thou. Would I could barke the sunne out of the sky, Turne Moone and starres to frozen Meteors, And make the Ocean a dry land of Yce, With tempest of my breath, turne vp high trees, On mountaines heape vp second mounts of snowe, Which melted into water, might fall downe, As fell the deluge on the former world. I hate the ayre, the fire, the Spring, the yeare, And what so e're brings mankinde any good. O that my lookes were lightning to blast fruites! Would I with thunder presently might dye, So I might speake in thunder, to slay men. Earth, if I cannot iniure thee enough, Ile bite thee with my teeth, Ile seratch thee thus, Ile beate downe the partition with my heeles, Which as a mud-vault seuers hell and thee. Spirits, come vp, 'tis I that knock for you, One that enuies the world, farre more then you: Come vp in millions, millions are to few, To execute the malice I intend. O scelus inauditum, O vox damnatorum! Not raging Haecuba, whose hollow eyes Gaue sucke to fiftie sorrowes at one time, That mid wife to so many murders was, Vsde halfe the execrations that thou doost.