Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
God for his mercy, how yond Lady jets, And swoops along in Persian royalty. O, I could pine with Envy, and consume My heart in foul disdain, that she should strut, And swell in ostentation of her birth, Decking the curled tresses of her hair With glittering ornaments, whilst I am pent In nice respect of civil modesty: I'll not endure it, lawyer's wives shall shine, Spite of the law, and all that dare repine. Drops of cold sweat hang on my fretting brow, O, I could gnash my teeth, and whip myself, Parboil my liver in this envious heat Of deep repining Malice! I am vexed, Stung with a Viperous impatience, That yond Nobility, yond Iohn a Style, Should sole possess the throne of dignity, Whilst we fat Burgomasters of the State, Rich treasuries of gold, full stuffed up trunks, With all the fattest marrow of the land Should be debarred from types Majestical, And live like Aesop's Ass: whilst our mean birth curbs our aspiring humours from the seat, Of honours mounted state; I cannot sleep, My entrails burn with scorn, that Merchandise, Should stand and lick the pavement with his knee, Barehead and crouching to Nobility, Though forfeited to us be all their state, Yet Envy (still) my heart doth macerate. Gip Mistress Madam, and French-hood entailed Unto a Habeas Corpus: Iesu God, How proud they jet it, and must I give wall? And bend my body to their mistress-ships, O husband, I am sick, my cheek is pale With— With what my sweet? With Envy, which no Physic can prevent; Shall I still stand an abject in the eye, Of fair respect, not mounted to the height To the top gallant of o'erpeering state, That with Elated looks of Majesty, I may out face the proud piled Eminence, Of this same gilded Madam Bellula, And yond same Joan, chained Champerty? Content thee wife; the tide of Royalty, Shall only flow into our Merchandise, The gulf of our Ambition shall devour All the supports of honour, lands and plate, Rich mineral jewels, sumptuous palaces, All shall be swallowed by the yawning mouth Of hungry Avarice. Thus I plotted it, You see Mavortius stormy brow portends, Tempestuous whirlwinds of tumultuous arms, Now when the breath of war is once denounced, Then troop the gallants to our wealthy shops. To take up rich apparel, pawn their land, To puff up pride's swollen bulk with plumy shows, Then, when the action's expectation flags, And fills not up the mouth of gaping hope, To us returns the malcontented youth, And for the furnishment of one suit more, All, all, is ours, jewels, plate and Lands, All take career into the merchants hands, Then come, withdraw, and cool thy envious heat, My policy shall make thy hopes replete. And shall I still (dear Vourcher) sit below, Give place to Madams and these city dames, O, how my envy at their glory flames.
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God for his mercy, how yon Lady ietts, And swoopes along in Persian royalty. O, I could pine with Enuie, and consume My heart in fowle disdaine, that she should strout, And swell in ostentation of her birth, Decking the curled tresses of her haire With glittering ornaments, whilst I am pent In nice respect of ciuill modesty: Ile not indure it, Lawyers wiues shall shine, Spight of the lawe, and all that dare repine. Drops of cold sweat hang on my fretting brow, O, I could gnash my teeth, and whip my selfe, Parboyle my liuer in this enuious heate Of deepe repining Malice! I am vext, Stung with a Viperous impatience, That yon Nobility, yon Iohn a Stile, Should sole possesse the throne of dignity, Whilst wee fat Burgomasters of the State, Rich treasuries of gold, full stuft vp trunkes, With all the fattest marrow of the land Should be debarr'd from types Maiesticall, And liue like Aesops Asse: whilst our meane birth Curbes our aspiring humours from the seate, Of honours mounted state; I cannot sleepe, My entrailes burne with scorne, that Merchandize, Should stand and lick the pauement with his knee, Bare-head and crouching to Nobility, Though forfeited to vs be all their state, Yet Enuie (still) my heart doth macerate. Gip Mistresse Madam, and French-hood intaild Vnto a Habeas Corpus: Iesu God, How proud they iet it, and must I giue wall? And bend my body to their Mistresse-ships, O husband, I am sick, my cheeke is pale With— With what my sweete? With Enuie, which no Physick can preuent; Shall I still stand an abiect in the eye, Of faire respect, not mounted to the height To the top gallant of o're-peering state, That with Elated lookes of Maiestie, I may out face the proud pild Eminence, Of this same gilded Madam Bellula, And yon same Ione a Noke, chain'd Champertie? Content thee wife; the tide of Royalty, Shall onely flowe into our Merchandize, The gulphe of our Ambition shall deuoure All the supports of honour, lands and plate, Rich minerall Iewels, sumptuous pallaces, All shall be swallow'd by the yawning mouth Of hungry Auarice. Thus I plotted it, You see Mauortius stormie brow portends, Tempestuous whirle-windes of tumultuous armes, Now when the breath of warre is once denounc'd, Then troupe the gallants to our wealthy shops. To take vp rich apparrell, pawne their land, To puffe vp Prides swolne bulke with plumy showes, Then, when the Actions expectation flags, And fills not vp the mouth of gaping hope, To vs returnes the mal' contented youth, And for the furnishment of one suite more, All, all, is ours, Iewells, plate and Lands, Al take cariere into the Marchants hands, Then come, withdraw, and coole thy enuious heate, My pollicy shall make thy hopes repleate. And shall I still (deere Vourcher) sit below, Giue place to Madams and these citty dames, O, how my enuy at their glory flames.