Marston, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) (?) unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Nay come good signior, I stay all the gentlemen here, I wood fain give my pretty page a pudding pie. Honest Epicure. Nay mark list delight, delight my spaniel slept, whilst I bausd leaves. tossed o'er the dunces poured on the old print Of titled words, and still my spaniel slept. Whilst I wasted lamp-oil, bated my flesh Shrunk up my veins, and still my spaniel slept. And still I held converse with Zabarell Aquinas Scotus, and the musty saw Of antic Donate, still my spaniel slept Still on went I, first an sit anima Then and it were mortal, O hold hold At that they are at brain buffets fell by the ears, A main pell-mell together, still my spaniel slept. Then whether 'twere Corporeal, Local, fixed, Extraduce, but whether't had free will Or no, ho Philosophers Stood banding factions all so strongly propped, I staggered, knew not which was firmer part. But thought, quoted, read, observed and pried, Stuffed noting books, and still my spaniel slept. At length he waked and yawned and by yond sky, For aught I know he knew as much as I. delicate good Lampatho come away. I assure you i'll give but two pence more. How, 'twas created, how the soul exsistes One talks of motes, the soul was made of motes, another fire, other light, a third a spark of Star-like nature Hippo water, Anaximenes' air, Aristoxenus' Music; Critias I know not what, A company of odd phrenetici Did eat my youth, and when I crept abroad, Finding my numbness in this nimble age, I fell a railing, but now soft and slow, I know, I know nought, but I nought do know, What shall I do, what plot, what course pursue? Why turn a Temporist, row with the tide, Pursue the cut, the fashion of the age, Well here's my scholars course, first get a School, And then a ten-pound Cure, keep both, then buy, (Stay marry, I marry) then a farm or so, Serve God and Mammon, to the Devil go, Affect some sect, I 'tis the sect is it, So thou canst seem 'tis held the precious wit: And O if thou canst get some higher seat, Where thou mayst sell your holy portion, (Which charitable providence ordained In sacred bounty for a blessed use) Alien the glebe, entail it to thy loins, Entomb it in thy grave Past resurrection to his native use. Now if there be a hell, and such swine saved, Heaven take all, that's all my hopes have craved. My Simplicias Master. Your Master Simplicius. Has come to you to sent. Has sent to me to come. Ha, ha, has bought me a fine dagger, and a Hat and a Feather, I can say As in presenti now. Quadratus Quadratus, away, away.
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Nay come good Sinior, I stay all the gentlemen here, I wood faine giue my prity page a pudding pie. Honest Epicure. Nay marke list delight, delight my spaniell slept, whilst I bausd leaues. Tossd ore the dunces por'd on the old print Of titled wordes, and stil my spaniell slept. Whilst I wasted lampoile, bated my flesh Shrunk vp my veines, and still my spaniel slept. And still I held conuerse with Zabarell Aquinas Scotus, and the musty sawe Of antick Donate, still my spaniell slept Still on went I, first an sit anima Then and it were mortall, O hold hold At that they are at braine buffets fell by the eares, A maine pell mell togither, still my spaniell slept. Then whether twere Corporeall, Local, fixt, Extraduce, but whether't had free will Or no, ho Philosophers Stood banding factions all so strongly propt, I staggerd, knew not which was firmer part. But thought, quoted, reade, obseru'd and pried, Stufft noting bookes, and still my spaniell slept. At length he wakt and yawnd and by yon sky, For aught I know he knew as much as I. Dellicat good Lampatho come away. I assure you ile giue but two pence more. How, twas created, how the soule exsistes One talkes of motes, the soule was made of motes, An other fire, tother light, a third a spark of Star-like nature Hippo water, Anaximenes ayre, Aristoxenus Musicke; Critias I know not what, A company of odde phrenetici Did eate my youth, and when I crept abroad, Finding my numnesse in this nimble age, I fell a railing, but now soft and slow, I know, I know naught, but I naught do know, What shall I doe, what plot, what course persew? Why turne a Temporist, row with the tide, Pursew the cut, the fashion of the age, Well heer's my Schollers course, first get a Schoole, And then a ten-pound Cure, keepe both, then buy, (Stay marry, I marry) then a farme or so, Serue God and Mammon, to the Diuill goe, Affect some sect, I 'tis the sect is it, So thou canst seeme 'tis held the pretious wit: And O if thou canst get some higher seate, Where thou maist sell your holy portion, (Which charitable prouidence ordained In sacred bountie for a blessed vse) Alien the gleabe, intaile it to thy loines, Intombe it in thy graue Past resurrection to his natiue vse. Now if there be a hell, and such swine sau'd, Heauen take all, that's all my hopes haue crau'd. My Simplicias Maister. Your Maister Simplicius. Has come to you to sent. Has sent to me to come. Ha, ha, has bought me a fine dagger, and a Hatte and a Feather, I can say As in presenti now. Quadratus Quadratus, away, away.