Dekker, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1607] (Annals) history; allegory · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
They are: and wait in Court your utmost pleasure, Out of your Cup made we them drunk with wines, To sound their hearts, which they with such devotion Received down, that even whilst Bacchus, swom From lip to lip, in midst of taking healths, They took their own damnation, if their blood (As those grapes) streamed not forth, to effect your good. Let us behold these fireworks, that must run Upon shortlines of life: yet will We use them, Like instruments of music play on them, A while for pleasure, and then hang them by, Who Princes can upbraid, 'tis good they die. For as in building sumptuous palaces, We climb by base and slender scaffoldings, Till we have razed the Frame: and that being done, (To grace the work) we take the Scaffolds down, So must we these: we know they love us not, But Swallow-like when their own summers past, Here seek for heat: or like flight Travalers', (Swollen with vainglory, or with lust to see,) They come to observe fashions and not me. As Travalers' use them then, till they be gone, Look Cheerfully; backs turned, no more thought upon. What are they that fly hither (to our bosom) But such as hang the wing, such as want nests; Such as have no sound feathers; birds: so poor, They scarce are worth the killing: with the Lark (The morning's falconer) so they may mount high, Care not how base and low their risings be? What are they but lean hungry Crows that tire Upon the mangled quarters of a Realm? And on the housetops of Nobility (If there they can but sit) like fatal Ravens, Or Skrich-Owles croak their falls and hoarsely bode, Nothing but scaffolds and unhallowed graves? Fitter for us: yet sit they here like doves. True: like corrupted Churchmen they are doves, That have eat carrion: home we'll therefore send These busie-working Spiders to the walls Of their own country, when their venomous bags (Which they shall stuff with scandales, libels, treasons) Are full and upon bursting: let them there weave in their politic looms nets to catch flies; To us they are but Pothecary drugs, Which we will take as Physical pills, not food: Use them as lancets to let others blood, That have foul bodies, care not whom you wound, Nor what parts you cut off, to keep this sound. Here come they. Welcome: rise, and rise up high In honours and our favour: you have thrust Your arms into our coffers, have you not? Yes sacred Empress. And into our own, Have rained down showers of gold. You shall deserve it: You see what Ocean can replenish you, Be you but duteous tributary streams: But is your temper right? are not the edges Of your sharp spirits rebated? are you ours? Do not your hearts sink down yet? will you on? Stood deathith ' way. Stood hell.
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They are: and waite in Court your vtmost pleasure, Out of your Cup made wee them drunke with wines, To sound their hearts, which they with such deuotion Receiued downe, that euen whilst Bacchus, swom From lippe to lippe, in midst of taking healths, They tooke their owne damnation, if their bloud (As those grapes) stream'd not forth, to effect your good. Let vs behold these fire-workes, that must run Vpon shortlines of life: yet wil Wee vse them, Like instruments of musicke play on them, A while for pleasure, and then hang them by, Who Princes can vpbrayd, tis good they die. For as in building sumptuous pallaces, We climb by base and slender scaffoldings, Till wee haue raized the Frame: and that being done, (To grace the worke) we take the Scaffolds downe, So must we these: we know they loue vs not, But Swallow-like when their owne summers past, Here seeke for heat: or like flight Traualers, (Swolne with vaine-glory, or with lust to see,) They come to obserue fashions and not mee. As Traualers vse them then, till they be gone, Looke Cheerefully; backs turnd, no more thought vpon. What are they that fly hither (to our bosome) But such as hang the wing, such as want neasts; Such as haue no sound feathers; birds: so poore, They scarce are worth the killing: with the Larke (The morning's fawlkner) so they may mount hie, Care not how base and low their risings be? What are they but leane hungry Crowes that tyre Vpon the mangled quarters of a Realme? And on the house-tops of Nobilitie (If there they can but sit) like fatall Rauens, Or Skrich-Owles croake their fals and hoarsely bode, Nothing but scaffolds and vnhallowed graues? Fitter for vs: yet sit they here like doues. True: like corrupted Churchmē they are doues, That haue eate carrion: home weele therefore send These busie-working Spiders to the wals Of their owne countrey, when their venemous bags (Which they shall stuffe with scandales, libels, treasons) Are full and vpon bursting: let them there Weaue in their politicke loomes nets to catch flies; To vs they are but Pothecary drugs, Which we will take as Physicall pils, not food: Vse them as lancets to let others bloud, That haue foule bodies, care not whom you wound, Nor what parts you cut off, to keepe this sound. Here come they. Welcome: rise, and rise vp high In honours and our fauour: you haue thrust Your armes into our cofers, haue you not? Yes sacred Empresse. And into our owne, Haue rayned downe showers of gold. You shall deserue it: You see what Ocean can replenish you, Be you but duteous tributarie streames: But is your temper right? are not the edges Of your sharpe spirits rebated? are you ours? Doe not your hearts sinke downe yet? will you on? Stood deathith' way. Stood hell.