Anonymous · published 1565 · first performed or written 1554 [1553-c.1555] (Annals) moral T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness typicality 0.74 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.
This is a strange saying unto me My will, your will, and his will, this cannot be For in our wiles is great diversity For one is not like another, Yet by Christ your own will I am The maddest will, and the merriest, than For god's sake now, let me be your man Till ye have better acquaintance. I perceive this fellow is kind And oweth to us good will and mind Some kinds again then let him find Let him have some furderawce By god ●ir and I durst be so bold Acquaintance of this man claim I would and ky●ted to, if the troth were told we be of one consangnynitie How so? let me here that I pray thee heartily Wyl and lyberty●is, of aunci●erie old with ont lybertye, wil● dare not behold And where will lacketh, liberty is full cold Thyrfore will and liberty must needs be of kin. In deed as he saith it may well be For will ever longeth unto lybrtye Therefore good friend welcome to me I pray you all be good to him For your sake he is welcome to b● all Let him come to our place and than he shall Have succour of us and help withal now we will depart. And wealth & health goth out. Will ye go hence. I thank ye masters with all my heart I will s●ke you out I warrant you fear not Now they be gone I am glad by saint marry A little while hear I purpose to tarry How to deceive wealth, health, and liberty Now must I devise. For I am a child that is pas grace I will I am called that in every place Doth much mischief this is a plain case Virtue I do utterly despise, But if they wist what I were Then of my purpose I should be never y●●ere I will keep my ●onge leave that I ●●r. My whole intent and will. But now I marvel by this day Where shrewd wit is gone a stray Some crafty touch is in his way I hear him, peace, stand still Dien vous guard pleasance On seven or no meschaunce, what youkers dare avaunt To play a groat or twain. Lo hear I have in store Two or three groats and no more I take great thought therefore For to keep it, it is much pain I come vow out of a place where is a company of small grace thieves and hores that spends a pace They were drunken all the sort. One of their purces I did a spy Out of his sleeve where it did lie And one winked on me with his eye But there began the sport Their false falsehood, and I crafty wit got the purse lo, hear I have it I ran my way and let him sit Smoke and shitten arse together. And if that I had ill will here with this money we would make good cheer Gentle brother will, I pray the appear For thou art in some corner.
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This is a straunge saying vnto me My wyl, your wyll, and his wyll, this cannot be For in our wyles is great diuersitie For one is not lyke another, Yet by Christ your owne wyl I am The maddest wyl, and the meriest, than For goddes sake now, let me be your man Tyl ye haue better acquaintaunce. I perceyue this felow is kynde And oweth to vs good wyl and mynde Some kindes agayne then let hym finde Let him haue some furderauuce By god ir and I durst be so bolde Aquaintance of this man clayme I would and kyted to, yf the trouth were tolde we be of one consangnynitie How so? let me here that I pray thee hartly Wyl and lybertyis, of auncierie olde with ont lyberye, wil dare not beolde And where wyl lacketh, lybertye is full colde Thyrfore wyl and lybertye must nedes be of kyn. In dede as he saythe it may well be For wyl euer longeth vnto lybrtye Therfore good freende welcome to me I praye you al be good to him For your sake he is welcome to b all Let him come to our place an than he shall Haue succoure of vs and helpe withal & now we wil epart. And welth & helth goth out. Wyl ye go hence. I thanke ye masters with al my hert I wyl ske you out I warrat you feare not Now they be gone I am glad by saint mary A lyttel while heare I purpose to tary How to deceyue welth, helth, and libertie Now must I deuyse. For I am a chylde that is pas grace I wyll I am called that in euery place Doth much michiefe this is a playne case Uertue I doo vtterly dispise, But if they wyst what I were Then of my purpose I should be neuer y• ere I wyl kepe my onge lee that I r. My whole intent and wyll. But now I meruayle by this day Where shrewd wit is gone a stray Some crafty touche is in his way I here him, peace, stand styll ¶Dien vous garde playsaunce On seuen or no chaunce, what youkers dare auaunte To playe a grote or twaine. Loe heare I haue in store Two or three grotes and no more I take great thought therfore For to kepe it, it is much payne I come uow out of a place where is a company of small grace Theues and hores that spendes a pace They were dronken all the sorte. One of their purces I did a spy Out of his sleue where it dyd lye And one wynked on me with his eye But ther began the sporte Their false falsehode, and I crafty wyt got the purse loe, heare I haue it I ran my way and let hym syt Smoke and shitten arse together. And yf that I had yll wyll here with this money we wolde make good chere Gentle brother wyll, I pray the apeare For thou art in some corner.