Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 14 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Ah Boy in my conceit it's a heard matter to perform, these women have well nigh tired me, with devising tires for them, and farm at an non plus for new sets, their heads are so light, & their eyes so coy, that I know not how to please them. I pray Sir, she hath a bad face, and fain would have suitors, Fantastical and odd apparel, would perchance draw some body to look on her. If her face be nought, in my opinion, the more view it, the worse, bid her wear the multitude of her deformities under a mask, till my leisure will serve to devise some durable, and unstained blush of painting. Very good Sir. Away then, high thee again, meet me at the Court within this hour at the farthest. Oh heavens, how have I been troubled these latter times with Women, Fools, Babes, Tailors, Poets, Swaggerers, Gulls, Ballad-makers, they have almost disrobed me of all the toys and trifles I can devise, were it not that I pity the poor multitude of Printers, these Sonnet-mungers should starve for conceits, for all Phantastes. But these puling Lovers, I cannot but laugh at them and their Enconiums of their Mistresses. They make forsooth her hair of Gold, her eyes of Diamond, her cheeks of Roses, her lips of Rubies, her teeth of Pearl, and her whole body of ivory: and when they have thus Idold ' her like Pygmalion, they fall down and worship her. Psyche, thou hast laid a hard task upon my shoulders, to invent at every ones ask, were it not that I refresh my dullness once a day with my most Angelical presence, 'twere unpossible for me to undergo it. I cannot stay, I tell you 'tis more than time I were at Court, I know my sovereign Psyche hath expected me this hour In good time, yonder comes Commonsense, I imagine it should be he by his voice. Crave my counsel, tell me what manner of man he is? can he entertain a man into his house, can he hold his Velvet Cap in one hand, and vale his bonnet with the other? knows he how to become a Scarlet gown, hath he a pair of fresh posts at his door? he's about some hasty State-matters, he talks of posts me thinks. Can he part a couple of Dogs brawling in the street? why then choose him Mayor●vpon my credit, he'll prove a wise officer. Save you my Lord, I have attended your leisure this hour. Fie upon't what a toil have I had to choose them a Mayor yonder? there's a fusty Currier will have this man: there a Chandlor wipes his nose on his sleeve, and swears it shall not be so. There's a Musterd-maker looks as keen as Vinegar will have another: O this many headed multitude, it's a hard matter to please them.
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Ah Boy in my conceit it's a heard matter to performe, these women haue well nigh tired me, with deuising tires for them, and ferme at an non plus for new sets, their heads are so light, & their eyes so coye, that I know not how to please them. I pray Sir, she hath a bad face, and faine would haue sutors, Phantastical and odde apparrell, would perchance draw some body to looke on her. If her face be nought, in my opinion, the more view it, the worse, bid her weare the mutitude of her deformities vnder a maske, till my leasure will serue to deuise some durable, and vnstained blush of painting. Very good Sir. Away then, hye thee againe, meete me at the Court within this houre at the farthest. Oh heauens, how haue I beene troubled these latter times with Women, Fooles, Babes, Taylers, Poets, Swaggerers, Guls, Balladmakers, they haue almost disrobed me of all the toyes and trifles I can deuise, were it not that I pitty the poore multitude of Printers, these Sonnet-mungers should starue for conceits, for all Phantastes. But these puling Louers, I cannot but laugh at them and their Encomions of their Mistresses. They make forsooth her hayre of Gold, her eyes of Diamond, her cheekes of Roses, her lippes of Rubies, her teeth of Pearle, and her whole body of Iuory: and when they haue thus Idold' her like Pigmalion, they fll downe and worship her. Psyche, thou hast laid a hard taske vpon my shoulders, to inuent at uery ones aske, were it not that I refresh my dulnesse once a day with my most Angelicall presence, 'twere vnpossible for me to vndergo it. I cannot stay, I tell you 'tis more then time I were at Court, I know my soueraine Psyche hath expected me this houre In good time, yonder comes Common-sense, I imagine it should be he by his voice. Craue my counsell, tell me what maner of man he is? can he entertaine a man into his house, can he hold his Veluet Cap in one hand, and vale his bonnet with the other? knowes he how to become a Scarlet gowne, hath he a paire of fresh posts at his doore? Hee's about some hasty State-matters, he talkes of posts me thinkes. Can hee part a couple of Dogges brawling in the streete? why then choose him Mayorvpon my credit, heele proue a wise officer. Saue you my Lord, I haue attended your leisure this houre. Fye vpon't what a toile haue I had to choose them a Mayor yonder? there's a fustie Currier will haue this man: thee's a Chandlor wipes his nose on his sleeue, and sweares it shall not bee so. There's a Musterd-maker lookes as keene as Viniger will haue another: O this many headed multitude, it's a hard matter to please them.