Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
But to what conclusion wilt thou bring it then Why knowest not thou, then hark me man This justice is a fellow of a far cast And driveth such drifts to rule all at the last And Peace is his brother of one degree Which hath a fair daughter that is called plenty And Albion as long as rest him treats He loveth fair flesh of all meats And it is a comen saying that justice Peace & he Will conclude a marriage with fair dame plenty And then will Albyon that old soot With rest and peace so on her do't That than she by her and her friends Shall sail in storms at all winds. By god's bread thou sayest troth But this to help we must not use sloth. No, and therefore hark me to an end Thou and I shall this matter defend For thou shalt to Albyon a messenger be And say thou were present when principality With justice fell at great debate When that his message he did delate From Albion, & tell him that principality in no wise His will with equity will grant to exercise But that the law should be out after his liking And every writ after his entyteling And that his will who ever list to strife Should be the best part for his prerogative And then they both suddenly upon this In great rages departed wis Wherefore justice said I am in such confusion That I am ashamed to turn again to Albyon And when this message thou hast done soberly Tell him thy name is Polysy. What the devil meanest thou by that Should I decemble from a wild cat That ever before this have used patching And now to play the wise man & leave scratching. Why whoreson it is a point of high madness For a time to dissemble sadness, And though thou be all ready as mad as a heart Yet will I make thee madder than thou art Well say on then. Marry then even thus I say When that to Albion thou hast taken thy way And done thy message as I thee bade He will for a while be pensive and sad And he will ask thine advise Then must thou dissemble thyself wise. I make god a vow that is unpossible That I and wisdom should knit in one quyneble Or in my brain to print such abusion That wisdom and I should be in one conclusion For when I was young my mother charged me And said beware wit son though thou never thee. I am not disposed to change much your live But here me speak an end though you never thrive Well say on then and tell me what counsel I shall give Albion that may sound dwell To both our profits that would I know. Thou shalt teach him a wrong cross row And tell him best it is after thine advise With mirth and Prodigality him to exercise And take of his own good while he may Lest all at last be brybid away
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¶But to what conclusion wylt thou bryng it then ¶Why knowest not thou, then harke me man This Iustice is a felow of a farr cast And dryueth such dryftes to rule all at the last And Peace is hys brother of one degree Which hath a fayre doughter that is called plentie And Albion as longe as rest him treates Hee loueth fayre flesh of all meates And it is a comen saieng that Iustice Peace & hee Will conclude a maryage with fayre dame plentie And then wyll Albyon that olde soot With rest and peace so on her doot That than shee by her and her freindes Shall sayle in stormes at all wyndes. ¶By gods bread thou sayest trouth But this to help we must not vse slouth. ¶No, and therfore harke me to an ende Thou and I shall thys matter defende For thou shalt to Albyon a messenger bee And say thou were present when principalitie With Iustyce fell at great debate When that his message he dyd delate From Albiō, & tel him that principalitie in no wyse His will with equti will graunt to exercyse But that the law shuld be out after his lykyng And euery wryt after hys entytelyng And that his will who euer lyst to stryfe Shuld be the best part for hys prerogatyfe And than they both sodeinly vppon thys In great rages departed wys Wherfore Iustice said I am in such confusyon That I am ashamed to turne againe to Albyon And when this message thou hast done soberly Tell hym thy name is Polysy. ¶What the deuill menest thou by that Shuld I decemble from a wyld cat That euer before thys haue vsed patchyng And now to play the wise man & leaue scratching. ¶Why horson it is a poynt of hye madnes For a tyme to desemble sadnes, And though thou be all redy as mad as a harte Yet will I make thee madder then thou arte ¶Well say on then. ¶Mary then euen thus I say When that to Albion thou hast taken thy way And done thy message as I thee bad He wyll for a while be pensife and sad And hee will aske thyne aduise Then must thou dissemble thy selfe wyse. ¶I make god a vowe that is vnpossyble That I and wysdome shuld knyt in one quyneble Or in my braine to print such abusyon That wysdome and I shuld be in one conclusion For when I was yonge my mother charged mee And said beware wyt son though thou neuer thee. ¶& I am not disposed to chaunge much your lyue But here me speke an end though you neuer thriue ¶Well say on then and tell mee what counsell I shall giue Albion that may sound dwell To both our profits that wolde I know. ¶Thou shalt teche him a wronge crosse row And tell him best it is after thine aduise With myrth and Prodigalitie him to exercyse And take of his owne good while he maye Lest all at last be brybid awaye