Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.
Pretty from toys. methinks this double distich Seems prettily too, to stay superfluous longings: Not to have want, what riches doth exceed? Not to be subject, what superior thing? He that to nought aspires, doth nothing need; Who breaks no Law is subject to no King. This goes to mine ear well I promise you. O, but 'tis passing hard to stay one thus. 'tis so; rank custom raps men so beyond it, And as 'tis hard, so well men's doors to bar To keep the cat out, and th'adulterer; So 'tis as hard to curb affections so, we let in nought to make them overflow. And as of Homer's verses, many Critics On those stand, of which times old moth hath eaten, The first or last feet, and the perfect parts, of his unmatched Poem sink beneath, With upright gasping, and sloth dull as death: So the unprofitable things of life, And those we cannot compass, we affect; All that doth profit, and we have, neglect, Like covetous, and basely getting men, That gathering much, use never what they keep; But for the least they lose, extremely weep, This pretty talking and our horses walking Down this steep hill, spends time with equal profit. 'tis well bestowed on ye, meat and men sick Agree like this, and you; and yet even this Is th'end of all skill, power, wealth, all that is. I long to hear sir, how your Mistress takes this. we soon shall know it: see Aumall returned. Ease to your bands sir. Welcome worthy friend. How took his noblest Mistress your sad message? As great rich men take sudden poverty, I never witnessed a more noble love, Nor a more ruthful sorrow: I well wished Some other had been master of my message. You're happy sir, in all things, but this one, Of your unhappy apprehension. This is to me, compared with her much moan, As one tear is to her whole passion. Sir, she commends her kindest service to you, And this rich Cabinet. O happy man. This may enough hold to redeem your bands. These clouds I doubt not, will be soon blown over. Your hope is just and happy, see sir both In both the looks of these. Here's a discharge For this your prisoner, my good Lord Lieutenant. Alas, sir, I usurp that style enforced, And hope you know it was not my aspiring. Well sir, my wrong aspired past all men's hopes. I sorrow for it sir. You see sir there Your prisoners discharge authentical. It is sir, and I yield it him with gladness. Brother, I brought you down to much good purpose. Repeat not that sir: the amends makes all: I joy in it, my best and worthiest friend, O youhave a princely fautor of the Guise. I think I did my part to.
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Prettie from toyes. Me thinkes this double disticke Seemes prettily too, to stay superfluous longings: Not to haue want, what riches doth exceede? Not to be subiect, what superiour thing? He that to nought aspires, doth nothing neede; Who breakes no Law is subiect to no King. This goes to mine eare well I promise you. O, but tis passing hard to stay one thus. Tis so; rancke custome raps men so beyond it, And as tis hard, so well mens dores to barre To keepe the cat out, and th'adulterer; So tis as hard to curbe affections so, Wee let in nought to make them ouer-flow. And as of Homers verses, many Critickes On those stand, of which times old moth hath eaten, The first or last feete, and the perfect parts, of his vnmatched Poeme sinke beneath, With vpright gasping, and sloath dull as death: So the vnprofitable things of life, And those we cannot compasse, we affect; All that doth profit, and wee haue, neglect, Like couetous, and basely getting men, That gathering much, vse neuer vvhat they keepe; But for the least they loose, extreamely vveepe, This prettie talking and our horses walking Downe this steepe hill, spends time with equall profit. Tis well bestow'd on ye, meate and men sicke Agree like this, and you; and yet euen this Is th'end of all skill, power, wealth, all that is. I long to heare sir, how your Mistresse takes this. Wee soone shall know it: see Aumall return'd. Ease to your bands sir. Welcome worthy friend. How tooke his noblest Mistresse your sad message? As great rich men take sodaine pouertie, I neuer witness'd a more noble loue, Nor a more ruthfull sorrow: I well wisht Some other had beene master of my message. Y'are happy sir, in all things, but this one, Of your vnhappy apprehension. This is to mee, compar'd with her much mone, As one teare is to her whole passion. Sir, shee commends her kindest seruice to you, And this rich Cabinet. O happy man. This may enough hold to redeeme your bands. These clouds I doubt not, will be soone blowne ouer. Your hope is iust and happy, see sir both In both the looks of these. Here's a discharge For this your prisoner, my good Lord Lieutenant. Alas, sir, I vsurpe that stile enforc't, And hope you know it was not my aspiring. Well sir, my wrong aspir'd past all mens hopes. I sorrow for it sir. You see sir there Your prisoners discharge autenticall. It is sir, and I yeeld it him with gladnesse. Brother, I brought you downe to much good purpose. Repeate not that sir: the amends makes all: I ioy in it, my best and worthiest friend, O y'haue a princely fautor of the Guise. I thinke I did my part to.