Anonymous · published 1561 · first performed or written 1547 [c.1547-1558] (Annals) moral T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness typicality 0.79 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.
That shall make your thrift full bare What will it do I say we shall have good cheer When we come there. When phoebus draweth into the occydentall And observed with clouds misty and dark Then trees, herbs, and grass, by course natural want their chief comfort, thus saith many a clack And likewise that man in his work Is destitute of reason, following sensual operation The last time I was in this place Prosperite unto misrule put his hole confidence He regarded not my counsel, he lacked grace which in time coming shall turn him to inconvenience with hassarders, and ryotters, he keepeth residence At clash and cards with all unthrifty game which in continuance shall bring him to shame To him yet I will resort if he be brought in poverty I shall do him all the comfort And all the help that lieth in me I will never rest till I him see But seek about from place, to place And bring him to some better grace. Colhassarde art then there Whoreson knave wilt thou not appear By my troth I had went to have found him here I hold him gone some other way And where is envy I can not him espy I trow he is with prosperity Prosperyte, nay, I may call him foolish poverty As wise as a drake I have brought him to dice, cards, and clash And ever on his side ran the loss That he is not worth a hendfull of moss Neither hath not a hole brat to his back Passion of god is it come to that This tidings maketh my heart glad In faith he hath neither gold, silver, ne plate Colhassarde and I be both at one He promised me to have halfe the game that every thing shall be divided in twain He to have the one half and I the other Then let us be partoners as brother and brother I can not say, till colhassarde come then shall we know, both all and some Here is a bag of gold so round Here in is two thousand pound Of prosperity me it won what man with me is able to make comparison Now shall I take a merchants place to occupy I trust within short space To be in credence with Englyshmen And when I am so well betrust I may borrow so much as me lust A subtle craft then find I must to convey under colour like free men Hark this knave so proud and stout that had not to his arse a hole clout when he came to this land, & now hath brought about To compare with a state Now must I have half money and half plate Nay by god there thou spoke to late None thereof from me shall scape then had I lived to long Thou promised me, when thou began Half thy winning I shall have Hold thy peace lewd knave knowest thou to whom thou dost speak
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That ſhall make your thryfte full bare What wyll it do I ſaye we ſhall haue good chere When we come there. When phebus draweth into the occydentall And obſerued with clowdes myſty and darke Then trees, herbes, and graſſe, by courſe naturall want their chefe cōfort, thus ſayth many a clacke And lykewyſe that man in his warke Is deſtytute of reaſon, folowyng ſenſuall operacion The laſt tyme I was in this place Proſperite vnto myſrule put his hole confydence He regarded not my counſell, he lacked grace which in tyme coming ſhal turne him to incōueniēce with haſſarders, and ryotters, he kepeth reſydence At claſ he and cardes with al vnthryfty game whyche in contynuaunce ſhall bryng hym to ſhame To hym yet I wyll reſorte yf he be brought in pouertie I ſhall do hym all the comforte And all the helpe that lyeth in me I wyll neuer reſte tyll I hym ſe But ſeke about from place, to place And bryng hym to ſome better grace. Colhaſſarde arte then there Horeſon knaue wylt thou not appere By my trouth I had went to haue founde hym here I holde hym gone ſome other waye And where is enuy I can not hym eſpye I trowe he is with proſperytie Proſperyte, nay, I may call hym folyſſhe pouertie As wyſe as a drake I haue brought hym to dyce, cardes, and claſ he And euer on his ſyde ranne the loſſe That he is not worthe a hendfull of moſſe Neyther hath not a hole brat to his backe Paſſion of god is it come to that This tydynges maketh my harte gladde In fayth he hath neyther golde, ſyluer, ne plate Colhaſſarde and I be both at one He promyſed me to haue halfe the game that euery thyng ſhall be deuyded in twayne He to haue the one halfe and I the other Then let vs be partoners as brother and brother I can not ſaye, tyll colhaſſarde come then ſhall we knowe, both all and ſome Here is a bagge of golde ſo rounde Here in is two thouſand pounde Of proſperyte me it wonne what man wt me is able to make comparyſō Nowe ſhall I take a marchauntes place to occupy I truſte within ſhorte ſpace To be in credence with Englyſhmen And when I am ſo well betruſte I may borowe ſo muche as me luſte A ſubtyll crafte then fynde I muſte to conuaye vnder coloure lyke fre men Herke this knaue ſo proude and ſtoute that hadde not to his arſe a hole cloute whē he came to this land, & now hath brought about To compare with a ſtate Nowe muſte I haue halfe money and halfe plate Nay by god there thou ſpake to late None thereof from me ſhall ſcape then had I lyued to longe Thou promyſed me, when thou began Halfe thy wynnyng I ſhall haue Holde thy peace lewde knaue knoweſt thou to whome thou doeſt ſpeake