Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 1 of 43
Haughton, William · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 [Feb 18-May 9, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
HOw smug this gray-eyed Morning seems to be, A pleasant sight; but yet more pleasure have I To think upon this moistening south-west Wind, That drives my laden Ships from fertile Spain: But come what will, no Wind can come amiss, For two and thirty Winds that rules the Seas, And blows about this airy Region; thirty two Ships have I to equal them: Whose wealthy fraughts do make Pisaro rich: Thus every Soil to me is natural: Indeed by birth, I am a Portingale, Who driven by Western winds on English shore, Here liking of the soil, I married, And have Three Daughters: But impartial Death Long since, deprived me of her dearest life: Since whose disease, in London I have dwelled: And by the sweet loud trade of Usury, Letting for Interest, and on Mortgages. Do I wax rich, though many Gentlemen By my extortion comes to misery: Amongst the rest, three English Gentlemen, Have pawned to me their Livings and their Lands: Each several hoping, though their hopes are vain, By marriage of my Daughters, to possess Their Patrimonies and their Lands again: But Gold is sweet, and they deceive themselves; For though I guild my Temples with a smile, It is but judas-like, to work their ends. But soft, What noise of footing do I hear? Now Master, what intend you to read to us? Pisaro your Father would have me read moral Philosophy. What's that? First tell me how you like it? First tell us what it is. They be my Daughters and their Schoolmaster, Pisaro, not a word, but list their talk. Gentlewomen, to paint Philosophy, Is to present youth with so sour a dish, As their abhorring stomachs nill digests. When first my mother Oxford (England's pride) Fostered me pupil-like, with her rich store, My study was to read Philosophy: But since, my headstrong youth's unbridled will, Scorning the leaden fetters of restraint, Hath pruned my feathers to a higher pitch. Gentlewomen, Moral Philosophy is a kind of art, The most contrary to your tender sexes; It teacheth to be grave: and on that brow, Where Beauty in her rarest glory shines, Plants the sad semblance of decayed age: Those Weeds that with their riches should adorn, And grace fair Nature's curious workmanship, Must be converted to a black faced veil, Griefs livery, and sorrows semblance: Your food must be your hearts abundant sighs, Steeped in the brinish liquor of your tears: Daylight as dark-night, dark-night spent in prayer: Thoughts your companions, and repentant minds, The recreation of your tired spirits: Gentlewomen, if you can like this modesty, Then will I read to you Philosophy. Not I. Fie upon it. Hang up Philosophy, I'll none of it. A Tutor said I; a Tutor for the Devil.
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HOw ſmugge this gray-eyde Morning ſeemes to bee, A pleaſant ſight; but yet more pleaſure haue I To thinke vpon this moyſtning Southweſt Winde, That driues my laden Shippes from fertile Spaine: But come what will, no Winde can come amiſſe, For two and thirty Windes that rules the Seas, And blowes about this ayerie Region; Thirtie two Shippes haue I to equall them: Whoſe wealthy fraughts doe make Piſaro rich: Thus euery Soyle to mee is naturall: Indeed by birth, I am a Portingale, Who driuen by Weſterne winds on Engliſh ſhore, Heere liking of the ſoyle, I maried, And haue Three Daughters: But impartiall Death Long ſince, depriude mee of her deareſt life: Since whoſe diſceaſe, in London I haue dwelt: And by the ſweete loude trade of Ʋſurie, Letting for Intereſt, and on Morgages. Doe I waxe rich, though many Gentlemen By my extortion comes to miſerie: Amongſt the reſt, three Engliſh Gentlemen, Haue pawnde to mee their Liuings and their Lands: Each ſeuerall hoping, though their hopes are vaine, By mariage of my Daughters, to poſſeſſe Their Patrimonies and their Landes againe: But Gold is ſweete, and they deceiue them-ſelues; For though I guild my Temples with a ſmile, It is but Iudas-like, to worke their endes. But ſoft, What noyſe of footing doe I heare? Now Maiſter, what intend you to read to vs? Piſaro your Father would haue me read morall Philoſophy. What's that? Firſt tell mee how you like it? Firſt tell vs what it is. They be my Daughters and their Schoole-maiſter, Piſaro, not a word, but liſt their talke. Gentlewomen, to paint Philoſophy, Is to preſent youth with ſo ſowre a diſh, As their abhorring ſtomackes nill digeſtes. When firſt my mother Oxford (Englands pride) Foſtred mee puple-like, with her rich ſtore, My ſtudy was to read Philoſophy: But ſince, my head-ſtrong youths vnbridled will, Scorning the leaden fetters of reſtraint, Hath prunde my feahers to a higher pitch. Gentlewomen, Morall Philoſophy is a kind of art, The moſt contrary to your tender ſexes; It teacheth to be graue: and on that brow, Where Beawtie in her rareſt glory ſhines, Plants the ſad ſemblance of decayed age: Thoſe Weedes that with their riches ſhould adorne, And grace faire Natures curious workmanſhip, Muſt be conuerted to a blacke fac'd vayle, Griefes liuerie, and Sorrowes ſemblance: Your food muſt be your hearts aboundant ſighes, Steep'd in the briniſh licquor of your teares: Day-light as darke-night, darke-night ſpent in prayer: Thoughts your companions, and repentant mindes, The recreation of your tired ſpirits: Gentlewomen, if you can like this modeſtie, Then will I read to you Philoſophy. Not I. Fie vpon it. Hang vp Philoſophy, Ile none of it. A Tutor ſaid I; a Tutor for the Diuell.