Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Mistake not sweet your garment is the cover, That veils the shape and pleasures of a lover. That argues then, you do not see my shape, How comes it then you are in love with it? A garment made by cunning artsmen's skill, Hides all defects that Nature's swerving hand Hath done amiss, and makes the shape seem pure; If then it grace such lame deformity, It adds a greater grace to purity. Oh short lived praise! even now I was as fair As any thing; now fouler nothing. Dissembling men, what maid will credit them? How misconstruction leads your thoughts awry. I prithee Dick adone; think on thy journey. You counsel well sir, I think the Gentleman Comes but to whet his wit, and 'tis but need; 'tis blunt enough, he may ride far upon't. Mary gip Minx. A fine word in a Gentleman's mouth; 'twere good your back were towards me, There can I read better content, then in the face of lust. Now you display your virtues, as they are. What am I, you, Cipher, parenthesis of words, Stall-troubler, prater, what sit I here for nought? Bestow your lustful courtships on your minions, This place holds none; you and your companion Get you down the stairs, or I protest I'll make this squared walk too hot for you. Had you been as you seemed in outward show, Honest Gentlemen, such terms of wild abuse Had not been proffered to virginity; But Swains will quickly show their base descent. This is no place for brawls, but if it were, Your impositions are more than I would bear. Come, she's a woman, I prithee leave her. Nay sure a maid, unless her thoughts deceive her. God speed you well: sirrah boy. anon. Got to the Starchers for the suit of ruffs, For M. Bowdler's bands, and M. Golding's shirts, Let's have a care to please our proved friends: As for our strangers, if they use us well, For love and money, love and ware we'll sell. Now fortune be my guide, this is the shop; And in good time the Cripple is at work: God speed you sir. Welcome honest friend; what's thy will with me? I would entreat you read a letter for me. With all my heart: I know the maid to whom it is directed. I know you do Cripple, better than you think. I pray you, what Gentleman writ the same? Sir, a Gentleman of good learning, and my friend; To say the truth, 'twas written for myself, Being somewhat overtaken with fond love, As many men be sir. Why art thou persuaded, or haste thou any hope, So beautiful a virgin as she is, Of such fair parentage; so virtuous, So gentle, kind, and wise as Phillis is, That she will take remorse of such base stuff, I think not so: but let me see, what's thy name? Trusty Iohn men call me sir.
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Mistake not sweet your garment is the couer, That vailes the shape and pleasures of a louer. That argues then, you doe not see my shape, How comes it then you are in loue with it? A garment made by cunning Arts-mens skill, Hides all defects that Natures swaruing hand Hath done amisse, and makes the shape seeme pure; If then it grace such lame deformitie, It addes a greater grnce to puritie. Oh short liu'd praise! euen now I was as faire As any thing; now fouler nothing. Dissembling men, what maide will credite them? How misconstruction leades your thoughts awry. I prethee Dicke adone; thinke on thy iourney. You counsell well sir, I thinke the Gentleman Comes but to whet his wit, and tis but need; Tis blunt enough, he may ride farre vpon't. Mary gip Minx. A fine word in a Gentlemans mouth; T'were good your backe were towards me, There can I reade better content, then in the face of lust. Now you display your vertues, as they are. What am I, you, Cipher, parrenthesis of words, Stall-troubler, prater, what sit I heere for naught? Bestow your lustfull court-ships on your minions, This place holds none; you and your companion Get you downe the staires, or I protest Ile make this squared walke too botte for you. Had you been as you seemd in out-ward shew, Honest Gentlemen, such termes of vilde abuse Had not been proffred to virginitie; But Swaines will quickly shew their base desent. This is no place for brawles, but if it were, Your impositions are more then I would beare. Come, shee's a woman, I prethee leaue her. Nay sure a maid, vnlesse her thoughts deceiue her. God speede you well: sirra boy. Anone. Got to the Starchers for the sute of ruffes, For M. Bowdlers bands, and M. Goldings shirts, Lets haue a care to please our prooued friends: As for our strangers, if they vse vs well, For loue and money, loue and ware weele sell. Now fortune be my guide, this is the shop; And in good time the Cripple is at worke: God speede you sir. Welcome honest friend; whats thy will with me? I would entreat you reade a letter for me. With all my heart: I know the maide to whom it is directed. I know you doe Cripple, better then you thinke. I pray you, what Gentleman writ the same? Sir, a Gentleman of good learning, and my friend; To say the truth, t'was written for my selfe, Being some-what ouertaken with fond loue, As many men be sir. Why art thou perswaded, or haste thou any hope, So beautifull a virgin as she is, Of such faire parentage; so vertuous, So gentle, kinde, and wise as Phillis is, That she will take remorse of such base stuffe, I thinke not so: but let me see, whats thy name? Trustie Iohn men call me sir.