Anonymous · published 1561 · first performed or written 1547 [c.1547-1558] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.
Shortly get you to wilderness, or some other region For they will hang you up at the Tyburn If they find you in this place And I must depart also This is to me much sorrow and woe I will go into some far country Far well gentle cousin charity I shall pray for you, pray ye form This is an heavy departing I can in no wise forbear weeping yet kesse me or ye go For sorrow my heart will break in two Is he gone, then have at laughing Asyr is not this a jolly game That conscience doth not know my name Envy in faith I am the same what needeth me for to lie I hate conscient, peace love and rest Debate and strife that love I best According to my property when a man loveth well his wife I bring them at debate and strife This is seen daily Also between sister and brother There shall no neighbour love another where I dwell buy And now I tell you plain Of one man I have disdain prosperity men do him call He is nigh of my blood And he to have so much worldly good That grieveth me worst of all Iesus that is both steadfast and stable Ever perseverant and never mutable He save this congreation. welcome poverty by coxs' passion Ho we have ye done this many a day I thank god as well as any man may ye call me wrong my name jam prosperity prosperity with an evil hap how the devil fortunest that I knew the impatient poverty Whatsoeur I was let that matter pas And take me as I am. I cry you mercy I was to blame To call you by your old name yet all these people think ye are the same Impatient poverty as I said before Avaunt I tell thee, I am a gentleman bore If I here the report such words anymore Thou shalt be punished like a knave. A knave quod, a cors' passion I am your own cousin And nigh of your consanguynyte. Thou and I are not of one affinity. If I were a rich man, ye would not say so by me ye would then say I were your next kinsman on live I say go hence and make no more strife I set not by such a poor haskarde Sir do not you know my name I know the not by saint jame. charity in faith I am the same what needeth me for to lie I am your cozen and so will I die ye may be glad such a kinsman to have Shall we have more a do yet thou knave I charge the never know me for thy kin I pray you a word or I go say on shortly then have I do Sir, I have of gold three hundredth pound In a bag fast y bounde At home looked in my chest I purpose to go to Ierusalem ye shall keep it till I come again I put you best in trust.
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Shortly get you to wyldernes, or ſome other regiō For they wyll hange you vp at the Tyborne If they fynde you in this place And I muſte departe alſo This is to me muche ſorowe and wo I wyll go into ſome farre countre Fare well gentyll coſyn charyte I ſhall praye for you, praye ye forme This is an heauy departyng I can in no wyſe forbeare wepyng yet keſſe me or ye go For ſorowe my harte wyll breke in two Is he gone, then haue at laughyng Aſyr is not this a ioly game That conſcience doeth not knowe my name Enuy in fayth I am the ſame what nedeth me for to lye I hate conſcient, peace loue and reſte Debate and ſtryfe that loue I beſte Accordyng to my properte when a man loueth well his wyfe I brynge theym at debate and ſtryfe This is ſene daylye Alſo betwene ſyſter and brother There ſhall no neyghbour loue another where I dwell bye And nowe I tell you playne Of one man I haue dyſdayne Proſperyte men do hym call He is nye of my blood And he to haue ſo muche worldly good That greueth me worſt of all Ieſus that is both ſtedfaſt and ſtable Euer perſeueraunt and neuer mutable He ſaue this congreacion. welcome pouerte by coxs paſſion Ho we haue ye done this many a daye I thanke god as well as any man may ye call me wrong my name ia proſperyte Proſperyte with an euyll happe Howe the deuyll fortuneſt that I knewe the impacient pouertie Whatſoeur I was let that matter pas And take me as I am. I crye you mercy I was to blame To call you by your olde name yet all theſe people thynke ye are the ſame Impacient pouertie as I ſayd before Auaunt I tell the, I am a gentylman bore If I here the reporte ſuche wordes anymore Thou ſhalt be punyſhed lyke a knaue. A knaue quod, a cors paſſion I am your owne coſyn And nye of your conſanguynyte. Thou and I are not of one affinyte. If I were a ryche man, ye would not ſaye ſo by me ye wold then ſaye I were your next kynſmā on lyue I ſaye go hence and make no more ſtryfe I ſet not by ſuche a pore haſkarde Syr do not you knowe my name I knowe the not by ſaynt Iame. Charyte in fayth I am the ſame what nedeth me for to lye I am your coſen and ſo wyll I dye ye may be glad ſuche a kynſman to haue Shall we haue more a do yet thou knaue I charge the neuer knowe me for thy kynne I praye you a worde or I go Saye on ſhortly then haue I do Syr, I haue of golde thre hundreth pounde In a bagge faſte y bounde At home loked in my cheſte I purpoſe to go to Ieruſalem ye ſhall kepe it tyll I come agayne I putte you beſt in truſte.