Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Our author's Pen, loves not to swim in blood, He dips no Ink, from out black Acheron: Nor sucks invention, from the depth of hell, Nor crosseth Seas to get a foreign plot. He taxes no Goddesses for foulest lust, Nor doth disclose the secret scapes of Ioue: He rips not up the horrid maw of hell, To show foul treasons hideous ugly face. Nor doth he touch the falls of mighty Kings, No ancient History, no shepherds love. No statesman's life, no power of death he shows. He only strives with mirth to please each one, Since laughter is peculiar unto man. and being sure, freely to speak can be no sin, If honest words have honest construing. Therefore to fly the least cause of offence, He only finds but words, you find the sense: Wherefore, if aught unto your ear taste tart, Thank but yourselves, which good to ill convert, Yet this he ought, hath strictly charged me say: That he's a slave, and of a base condition, That doth but draw it to suspicion. That here he privately taxeth any man, Since all the world yields vice to play upon. What he intends, action shall make you know, I should forestall the play, should I but show. WIth feathered speed I pierced the Air, The clouds asunder I did tear, And thus with wings and bow come I Newly from Ioues high Court in sky. My mother kissed me at our parting, But did charge me leave my darting, And with a strict command did say, Boy, on a Whirligig go play. But such a round i'll make him run, As he shall end, where first begun. My scourge-sticks shall be made of Darts, Feathered with sighs of lovers hearts. Which made them fly with swiftest flight, As lightning in tempestuous night. My scourge itself, are golden tresses, More richer far than chains of Esses. With which i'll make some dance a jig, More rounder yet then ere did Gig. But time doth call me to be gone, Yet first to all you lookers on, Before I part, I thus much tell, That Gods can go invisible. And though you do not all times eye me, Yet know at all times, I am by ye. And be assured, and do not think But that you stand full near the brink Of my displeasure: which if ye win, In love i'll make ye sink or swim. Thus farewell all, sit patient yet a while, lest Cupid make yourselves, yourselves beguile. MY Lord, you know yourself and I have long lived friends, and shall we now with firm affection knit? tie fast our friendship in our offsprings love, convey our cares in one, our goods together, and our loves in them, and whiles the remnant of our aged days do last, let's doff all discontents, cast by the worlds encumbers, and leave the careful burden of keeping that, was care enough to get upon the youthful hope of their more able strength.
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OVr Authors Pen, loues not to swim in blood, He dips no Inke, from out blacke Acheron: Nor suckes inuention, from the depth of hell, Nor crosseth Seas to get a forraine plot. He taxes no Goddesses for foulest lust, Nor doth disclose the secret scapes of Ioue: He rips not vp the horred maw of hell, To shew foule treasons hideous ouglie face. Nor doth he touch the falles of mightie Kings, No antient Historie, no Shepheards loue. No states-mans life, no power of death he showes. He onely striues with mirth to please each one, Since laughter is peculiar vnto man. and being sure, freelie to speake can be no sinne, If honest wordes haue honest consturing. Therefore to flie the least cause of offence, He onely findes but words, you finde the sence: Wherfore, if ought vnto your eare taste tart, Thank but your selues, which good to ill conuert, Yet this he ought, hath stricktly charg'd me say: That hee's a slaue, and of a base condition, That doth but draw it to suspition. That heere he priuately taxeth any man, Since all the world yeeldes vice to play vppon. What he intends, action shall make you knowe, I should fore-stall the play, should I but showe. VVIth feathered speede I pierc'd the Ayre, The cloudes a sunder I did teare, And thus with winges and bowe come I Newlie from Ioues hye Court in skie. My mother kis'd me at our parting, But did charge me leaue my darting, And with a strict commaund did say, Boy, on a Whirligig goe play. But such a round ile make him runne, As he shall end, where first begunne. My scourg-stickes shall be made of Darts, Fethered with sighes of Louers hearts. Which made them flie with swiftest flight, As lightning in tempestious night. My scourge it selfe, are golden tresses, More ritcher far then chaines of Esses. With which ile make some daunce a Iigge, More rounder yet then ere did Gig. But time doth call me to be gone, Yet first to all you lookers on, Before I part, I thus much tell, That Gods can goe invisibell. And though you do not all times eye me, Yet know at all times, I am by yee. And be assur'd, and doe not thinke But that you stand full nere the brinke Of my displeasure: which if ye winne, In loue ile make ye sinke or swimme. Thus farwell all, sit patient yet a while, Least Cupid make your selues, your selues beguile. MY Lord, you know your selfe and I haue long liu'd friends, and shal we now with firme affection knit? tie fast our friendship in our Of-springs loue, conuey our cares in one, our goods together, and our loues in them, and whiles the remnant of our aged daies doe last, lets do'ff all discontents, cast by the worldes incombers, and leaue the carefull burthen of keeping that, was care enough to get vppon the youthfull hope of their more able strength.