2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 15 of 44
Heywood, Thomas · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Bones a me 'tis true: why should we live, To have the poor to curse us being dead? Heaven grant that I may live, that when I die, Although my children laugh, the poor may cry. If you will follow the religious path, That these have beat before you, you shall win heaven, Even in the midday walks you shall not walk the street. But widows orisons, Laysars prayers, Orphans thanks, Will fly into your ears, and with a joyful blush, Make you thank God that you have done for them: When otherwise they'll fill you ears with curses, Crying we feed on woe, you are our Nurses. O is't not better that young couples say, You raised us up, than you were our decay: And mother's tongues teach their first borne to sing, Of your good deeds, then by the bad to wring. No more M. D. Nowell, no more, I think these words should make a man of flint. To mend his life: how say you M Gresham? Fore-god they have starred tears into my eyes, And M. D. Nowel you shall see The words that you have spoke, have wrought effect in me. And from these women I will take a way, To guide my life for a more blessed stay. Begin then whilst you live, least being dead, The good you give in charge be never done, Make your own hands your executors, your eyes overseers, And have this saying ever in your mind: Women be forgetful, children be unkind, Executors be covetous, and take what they find. In my time I have seen many of them. I'll learn then to prevent them whilst I live, The good I mean to do; these hands shall give. The matter you wot of sit is done. Done knave, what's done? Is in hucksters handling sir, and hear he commend him unto you. Mary God knave dost tell me Riddles, what's all this? A thing will speak his own mind to you, If you please but to open the lip. Be your leave Gentlemen, I am come to smell out my master here: Your kinsman Iohn sir, your kinsman Iohn. O he has brought the hundred pound, where is he? It appears by this, the matter is of less weight. What more paper:! Fellow, what hast thou brought me here, a recantation? It may be so for he appears in a white sheet. Indeed he seems sorry for his bad life.. Bad life, bad life knave, what means all this? M. D. Nowell, pray read it for me, And I'll read that my kinsman Iohn hath sent: Where is he knave? Your worship is no wiser than you should be, to keep any of that coat. Knave thou mean'st. Knave I mean sir, but your kinsman Iohn, That by this time's well forward on his way.
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Bones a me tis true: why should we liue, To haue the poore to curse vs being dead? Heauen grant that I may liue, that when I die, Although my children laugh, the poore may cry. If you will follow the religious path, That these haue beat before you, you shall win heauen, Euen in the mid-day walkes you shall not walke the street. But widowes orisons, Laysars prayers, Orphans thankes, Will flye into your eares, and with a ioyfull blush, Make you thanke God that you haue done for them: When otherwise theil fill you eares with curses, Crying we feed on woe, you are our Nurses. O ist not better that yong couples say, You rais'd vs vp, then you were our decay: And mothers tongues teach their first borne to sing, Of your good deeds, then by the bad to wring. No more M. D. Nowell, no more, I thinke these words should make a man of flint. To mend his life: how say you M Gresham? Fore-god they haue starred teares into my eyes, And M. D. Nowel you shall see The words that you haue spoke, haue wrought effect in me. And from these women I will take a way, To guide my life for a more blessed stay. Begin then whilst you liue, least being dead, The good you giue in charge be neuer done, Make your owne hands your executors, your eyes ouer-seers, And haue this saying euer in your mind: Women be forgetfull, children be vnkind, Executors be couetous, and take what they find. In my time I haue seene many of them. Ile learne then to preuent them whilst I liue, The good I meane to doe; these hands shall giue. The matter you wot of sit is done. Done knaue, what's done? Is in hucksters handling sir, and heare he commend him vnto you. Mary God knaue dost tel me Riddles, what's all this? A thing will speake his owne minde to you, If you please but to open the lip. Bee your leaue Gentlemen, I am come to smell out my master here: Your kins-man Iohn sir, your kins-man Iohn. O he has brought the hundred pound, where is he? It appeares by this, the matter is of lesse waight. What more paper:! Fellow, what hast thou brought me here, a recantation? It may be so for he appeares in a white sheet. Indeed he seemes sorry for his bad life.. Bad life, bad life knaue, what meanes all this? M. D. Nowell, pray read it for me, And Ile read that my kins-man Iohn hath sent: Where is he knaue? Your worship is no wiser then you should be, to keepe any of that cote. Knaue thou mean'st. Knaue I meane sir, but your kins-man Iohn, That by this time's well forward on his way.