Armin, Robert · published 1609 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
You that bind up in secrets of the night, days benefits going to rest; As peaceful birds, lodged in a sanctuary. Smile at our courtier's care, whose industry, Rules in the silent and all shadowing night, Suits that are breathless in a troubled day. Have their abiding in our cares at night. Hard censured, and atoned by late advice, Saluing the world's scares, as we would your care Knew we the burden of it. With us the morn is mated with the moon And we are retrograde to what you do. Esteeming conscience, benefit and good. Challenged in service of our country: Sir though our blood affirm us labour free, It binds thee more to busy industry, Wonder not at our late upsitting therefore. Your humours toil in our extremities, But we unthankful merit contrary, Think it a want and weakness in our kind, I post and labour in a toil myself, Seeking my own: midnight to me is noon, And all the hours of dull past night, Sunshine eclipses, that do much molest me, Pardon me that am so tedious. Seeking your own. My eldest daughter is conveyed from me, Hurried away, as thieves by violence Convey their booties from the true man's store. Auditor, Towers son hath done this deed, A rescue noble Lords. Rescue and right, challenge the benefit. A warrant for a general search, Restraints for Cinck-ports, and all passages, That thievish water doth despoil us of. It shall be signed i'th' morning, Draw the contents as you affect the means, And let attendance urge the early act. Good night. God morrow is it not? Betwixt them both. The moral of my misery seeking too late, That to recover which I lost too soon. And yet in each you stand indifferent. I must, till perfected by you, Either late loss, or timely victory, Recovering what I fear is past advantage. Hope the best sir, things at worst, Season in their decay, as children mend, Bent in their eye to ruin, yet they pause Resting in grace, does reobtain at will, Opinion in rash judgement, dooming ill. Good rest, for we go to't. The peace of happiness be with ye, I will retire me to my Inn, and wish. Hours as short as momentary breath, For till the morning, minutes hours be, And hours years, such is revenged to me, Might I enjoy it? Sir. My man, a midnight messenger, what is thy haste in leath steeped, speak is that all one? one all, that we call daughter, gone too, is she? No sir. Wherefore starest thou so wildly, say, wert thou asleep and wakened? com'st to us here without thy better part? and sent abroad, leaving thy wits at home. Your son sir, in all haste sends you his tales, wishes your wit and judgement suddenly, read and regard sir.
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You that binde vp in secrets of the night, Dayes benefites going to rest; As peacefull birds, lodg'd in a sanctuary. Smile at our Courtiers care, whose industry, Rules in the silent and all shadowing night, Suites that are breathles in a troubled day. Haue their abiding in our cares at night. Hard censur'd, and atton'd by late aduice, Saluing the worlds scares, as we would your care Knew we the burthen of it. With vs the morn is mated with the moone And we are retrograde to what you doe. Esteeming conscience, benefite and good. Challeng'd in seruice of our country: Sir though our blood affirme vs labour free, It bindes thee more to busie industry, Wonder not at our late vpsitting therefore. Your humors toile in our extremities, But we vnthankfull merit contrary, Thinke it a want and weaknesse in our kind, I poste and labour in a toile my selfe, Seeking my owne: midnight to me is noone, And all the houres of dull past night, Sun-shine eclipses, that do much molest me, Pardon me that am so tedious. Seeking your owne. My eldest daughter is conuei'd from me, Hurri'd away, as theeues by violence Conuey their booties from the true mans store. Auditor, Toures sonne hath done this deede, A rescue noble Lords. Rescue and right, challeng the benefite. A warrant for a generall search, Restraints for Cinck-ports, and all passages, That theenish water doth dispoile vs of. It shall be sign'd i'th morning, Draw the contents as you affect the meanes, And let attendance vrge the early act. Good night. God morrow is it not? Betwixt them both. The morall of my misery seeking too late, That to recouer which I lost too soone. And yet in each you stand indifferent. I must, till perfected by you, Either late losse, or timely victory, Recouering what I feare is past aduantage. Hope the best sir, things at worst, Season in their decay, as children mend, Bent in their eye to ruine, yet they pause Resting in grace, does reobtaine at will, Opinion in rash iudgement, dooming ill. Good rest, for we go too't. The peace of happinesse be with ye, I will retire me to my Inne, and wish. Howres as short as momentary breath, For till the morning, minutes howres be, And howres yeares, such is reuengd to me, Might I enioy it? Sir. My man, a midnight messenger, what is thy haste in leathe sleept, speake is that all one? one all, that we call daughter, gone too, is she? No sir. Wherefore starest thou so wildly, say, weart thou asleepe and wakened? com'st to vs here without thy better part? and sent abroad, leauing thy wits at home. Your sonne sir, in all haste sends you his talles, wishes your wit and iudgement sodainely, read and regard sir.