Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
To tell you who I am I dare not for shame, But my filthy living hath brought me in this case, Full oft for my wantonness you did me blame, yet to take your council I had not the grace, To be restored to health, alas it is past, Disease hath brought me into such decay, Help me with your almose, while my life doth last That like a wretch as I am, I may go my way. Show me your name sister I you pray, And I will help you now at your need, Both body and soul will I feed. your have named me already, if I dust be so bold you sister Dalila, that wretch I am, My wanton nice toys ye knew of old, Alas brother they have brought me to this shame, When you went to school, my brother & I would play Swear, chide, & scodle weth man and woman, To do shrewd turns, our delight was alway, Yet were we tidled, and you beaten now & than, Thus our parents let us do what we would, And you by correction they kepthe under awe: When we grew big, we were sturdy and bold By father and mother we set not a straw, Small matter for me, I am past, But your brother and mine is in gread jeopardy: In danger to come to shame at the last, He frameth his living so wickedly. Well sicker, I ever feared ye would be nought, your lewd behaviours sore grieve my heart: to train you to goodness, all means have I sought, But in vain, yet will I play a brotherly part. For that the soul is more precious, most dearly bought with the blood of Christ, dying therefore: To save it first, a mean must be sought, At god's hand by Chryste, man's only saviour. Consider Dalila, gods fatherly goodness, Which for your good, hath brought you in this case. Scourged you with his rod of pure love doubtless. that ones knowing yourself, ye might call for grace, Ye seem to repent, but I doubt whater, For your sins, or for the misery ye be in: Earnestly repent for your sin rather, For these plagues be but the reward of sin, But so repent that ye sin no more, And then believe with steadfast faith: That god will forgive you for evermore, For Christ'S sake, as the scripture saith. As for your body, if it be curable, I will cause to be healed, or during your life: I will cloth you, and feet you as I am able, Come sister, go with me, ye have need of relief.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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To tell you who I am I dare not for shame, But my filthy liuing hath brought me in this case, Full oft for my wantonnes you dyd me blame, yet to take your councel I had not the grace, To be restored to health, alas it is past, Diseae hath brought me into suche decay, Helpe me with your almose, while my lyfe doth laste That like a wretche as I am, I may go my way. Shewe me your name sister I you pray, And I wil helpe you now at your nede, Both body and soule wyl I fede. your haue named me already, if I dust be so bold you sister Dalila, that wreche I am, My wanton nice toyes ye knew of olde, Alas brother they haue brought me to thys shame, Whē you went to scole, my brother & I wold play Sweare, chide, & scodle weth man and woman, To do shrewde turnes, our delyte was alwaye, Yet were we tidled, and you beaten now & than, Thus our parentes let vs do what we woulde, And you by correction they kepthe vnder awe: When we grewe bigge, we were sturdye and bolde By father and mother we set not a strawe, Small matter for me, I am past, But your brother and mine is in gread ieoperdy: In daunger to come to shame at the last, He frameth hys liuyng so wyckedly. Well siker, I euer feared ye would be nought, your lewde behauiours sore greue my hart: to trayn you to goodnes, al meanes haue I sought, But in vaine, yet wyl I play a brotherly part. For yt the soul is more precyous, most derely bought with the bloud of Christe, dying therfore: To saue it first, a meane must be sought, At gods hand by Chryste, mannes onely sauior. Consider Dalila, goddes fatherly godnes, Which for your good, hath brought you in thys case. Scourged you with hys rod of pure loue doubtles. that ones knowing your self, ye might cal for grace, Ye seme to repent, but I doubt whater, For your sinnes, or for the misery ye be in: Earnestly repent for your synne rather, For these plagues be but the reward of sinne, But so repent that ye sinne no more, And then beleue with stedfast faith: That god wyll forgeue you for euermore, For Chrystes sake, as the scripture sayth. As for your bodye, if it be curable, I wyll cause to be healed, or duryng your life: I wyl clothe you, and fete you as I am able, Come sister, go with me, ye haue nede of relief.