Anonymous · published 1609 · first performed or written 1607 [1599-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Away, keep no distance, even both together, For wit, ye may be Coached together. What sleek browde Saint can see this Idiotism, The shape and workmanship of omnipotency, To be so blind with drugs of beastliness, And will not bend the brow, and bite the lip, Trouble his quiet soul, with venom spleen, And fear least the all overseeer, Can without vengeance, see these ignomies. Why therefore are they beloved like sergeants, and entertained like Beggars, thinkest thou but any honourable Gate but will be shut against these Butterflies? Oh Graecus! thou beguil'st opinion, The Gates of great men stand more wide To entertain a fool, than Croesus' arms, To hug his Golden God: and faster bar Against necessity, then Dives entrance At Olympus' gate. Fa, la, sol, lasol: Boy a Glass; 'tis but one and all sir. Angels protect us, what have we hear? Ye have a good memory Sir, for they are five minutes ere windefall of your Glass. Sir, be credible, 'tis balanced to be a superlative politic custom in these hours to dwell in shallow accoutrements, as a defence for the ability of his purse, from the infringed Oath of some impudent face, that will borrow a gentleman's revenues, if he be vestally adorned: I'll tell you sir, by this bright Horizon— A word I pray ye sir ere ye go any further: Boy my Tables? Your Tables are ready Sir, and all the men ye keep which is indeed half a Boy, Scillicet, Videlicet. I pray ye let me request that oath of you. A graceful inquiry, and well observed: Sir my company shall make ye copious of novelties, let your Tables befriend your memory: writ, by this bright Horizon. Here's none but only I, sing: Boy, how lik'st thou my head of hair? Your Glass may flatter ye, but truly I will not, your head is not a hair better than it should be. Is there any scarcity of hair Boy? Somewhat thin, and yet there is more hair then wit. How Boy? Then wit of man can number sir, take it i'th' right sense I pray ye. Most ingenious! O muffle, muffle good Graccûs, do not taint thy sense, With sight of these infectious animals, Lest reason in thee have the upper hand To govern sense, to see and shun the sight: Here's new discovered sins, past all the rest, Men strive by practice how to swear the best. I have quoted it sir, by this bright Hore, whore son, pronounce ye sir. Horizon Horizon the widows mite Sir? Not for the Sultan's crown sir. Indeed ye shall, by this bright horizon ye shall, believe me if I swear, I think myself beholding, for I know it to be no common oath. Were it common, it passed not these doors: Sir, I shift my oaths as I wash my hands, twice in the artificial day, for in dialoguising, 'tis to be observed, your sentences must ironically, metaphorically, and altogether figuratively mixed with your morning oaths.
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Away, keepe no diſtance, euen both together, For wit, ye may be Coacht together. What ſleeke browde Saint can ſee this Idiotiſme, The ſhape and workemanſhip of omnipotency, To be ſo blinde with drugs of beaſtlineſſe, And will not bend the browe, and bite the lippe, Trouble his quiet ſoule, with venome ſpleene, And feare leaſt the all ouer-ſeeer, Can without vengeance, ſee theſe ignomies. Why therfore are they belooued like Sargeants, and entertained like Beggars, think'ſt thou but any honorable Gate but will be ſhut againſt theſe Butter-flies? Oh Graecus! thou beguil'ſt opinion, The Gates of great men ſtand more wide To entertaine a foole, then Creſus armes, To hug his Golden God: and faſter bard Againſt neceſſitie, then Diues entrance At Olympus gate. Fa, la, ſol, laſol: Boy a Glaſſe; Tis but one and all ſir. Angels protect vs, what haue we heare? Ye haue a good memorie Sir, for they are fiue minutes ere windefall of your Glaſſe. Sir, be credible, tis ballanſt to be a ſuperlatiue politicke cuſtome in theſe houres to dwell in ſhallowe accoutrements, as a defence for the abilitie of his purſſe, from the infringed Oath of ſome impudent face, that will borrowe a gentlemās reuenewes, if he be veſtally adornd: Ile tell you ſir, by this bright Horriſon— A word I pray yee ſir ere ye goe any further: Boy my Tables? Your Tables are ready Sir, and all the men ye keep which is indeede halfe a Boy, Scillicet, Videlicet. I pray ye let me requeſt that oath of you. A gracefull enquirie, and well obſeru'd: Sir my company ſhal make ye copious of nouelties, let your Tables befriend your memorie: write, by this bright Horriſon. Here's none but only I, ſing: Boy, how lik'ſt thou my head of hayre? Your Glaſſe may flatter ye, but truely I will not, your head is not a hayre better then it ſhould be. Is there any ſcarcitie of haire Boy? Somewhat thin, and yet there is more hayre then wit. How Boy? Then wit of man can number ſir, take it i'th right ſence I pray yee. Moſt ingenious! O muffle, muffle good Graccûs, doe not taint thy ſence, With ſight of theſe infectious animalles, Leaſt reaſon in thee haue the vpper hand To gouerne ſence, to ſee and ſhun the ſight: Here's new diſcouered ſins, paſt all the reſt, Men ſtriue by practiſe how to ſweare the beſt. I haue quoted it ſir, by this bright Hore, Hore ſon, pronounce ye ſir. Horiſon Horiſon the Widowes mite Sir? Not for the Soldans crowne ſir. Indeede yee ſhall, by this bright horiſon ye ſhall, beleeue me if I ſweare, I thinke my ſelfe beholding, for I know it to be no common oath. Were it common, it paſt not theſe doores: Sir, I ſhift my oathes as I waſh my hands, twice in the artificial day, for in dialoguiſing, tis to be obſeru'd, your ſentences muſt ironically, metaphorically, and altogether figuratiuely mixt with your morning oathes.