Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Talk you no more of martial exercise, Good Sir, but take you to your Country Farm, Keep you at home, leave that to younger bloods, Your son is young enough, let him go forth, And prove his fortune 'mongst those armed troops, I am contented, God his will be done. I think dear wife thou speakst more than thou thinkst. Thou wouldst be loath to adventure him so much. Not I sweet Sir, for God is God at sea, And land, a God always omnipotent; He can defend him from the gaping jaws Of roaring Canons mouth, that dreadful flash Cannot come near him, if it be his will; Yet if he die, t's honours lofty bed That shall entomb him, than I care the less. Well spoke, brave Lass, I think fair Pallas shine, begird thy temples with her glorious rays, At thy days birth, the wonder of thy sex. How now my Love, what do you Court me still? This Phrase befits not, twixt a man and wife, 'tis time for you to leave such courting terms, What courting call'st thou them, thou rub'st me up, To think upon the times forepast, I saw In England's Court so famous and renowmde Of great Eliza's blessed memory. That aided so these troubled Netherlands With men and money; still oh, oh still methinks I see those Worthies marching on earths stage; The famous Essex, Norreis, Sidney too, And wisest Vere, that held Ostend so long, 'gainst hell's foul mouth, and Spanish tyranny, As yet his complices can testify. That saw his works beyond the bounds of wit, That now do live in noble fame and name; Whom I'll o'erpass, for fear I should offend. Offend not then (my Spouse) I counsel you, But leave the mighty to their best contents, And pass in silence, what they have to do; Let us not meddle with the Magistrate, But see, unseen, and hope for what's the best. What hath Apollo's sacred Oracle Infused thy Soul with high Divinity, Or deeper judgements, of I know not what, Made thee know more than thy frail sex should do I wonder: let's along, we'll to the town, Where I not doubt but I shall find your son A drinking, not at's book. What if you do? The elder Priest forgets that he was Clerk, When you were young, you did as he now does. 'tis true indeed, but yet I'll tell thee what, 'twas strange to see a younker once but drunk In England's Kingdom, when I lived there, For to be drunk, was beggar like they said, Now Beggars say they are drunk like Gentlemen, As since I have heard an old fantastic rhyme, That thus imports if I be not deceived. Gentlemen are sick, and Parsons ill at ease, But Serving men are drunk, and all have one disease. God bless my son from such base foolery, As to delight in drink, a beastly sin, Yet with a friend, to drink a cup or more, I'll not find fault, the times are now grown such.
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Talke you no more of martiall exerciſe, Good Sir, but take you to your Country Farme, Keepe you at home, leaue that to younger blouds, Your ſonne is young enough, let him goe foorth, And proue his fortune mongſt thoſe armed troupes, I am contented, God his will be done. I thinke deere wife thou ſpeakſt more then thou thinkſt. Thou wouldſt be loath to aduenture him ſo much. Not I ſweet Sir, for God is God at ſea, And land, a God alwayes omnipotent; He can defend him from the gaping iawes Of roaring Canons mouth, that dreadfull flaſh Cannot come neere him, if it be his will; Yet if he die, ti's honours lofty bedde That ſhall entombe him, then I care the leſſe. Well ſpoke, braue Laſſe, I thinke faire Pallas ſhine, Begirt thy temples with her glorious rayes, At thy dayes birth, the wonder of thy ſexe. How now my Loue, what do you Court mee ſtill? This Phraſe befits not, twixt a man and wife, Tis time for you to leaue ſuch courting tearmes, What courting calſt thou them, thou rubſt me vp, To thinke vpon the times forepaſt, I ſaw In Englands Court ſo famous and renowmde Of great Elizaes bleſſed memory. That ayded ſo theſe troubled Netherlands With men and money; ſtill oh, oh ſtill me thinkes I ſee thoſe Worthies marching on earthes ſtage; The famous Eſſex, Norreis, Sidney too, And wiſeſt Ʋere, that held Oſtend ſo long, Gainſt hells foule mouth, and Spaniſh tyranny, As yet his complices can teſtifie. That ſaw his works beyond the bounds of witte, That now doe liue in noble fame and name; Whom Ile ore-paſſe, for feare I ſhould offend. Offend not then (my Spouſe) I counſell you, But leaue the mighty to their beſt contents, And paſſe in ſilence, what they haue to doe; Let vs not meddle with the Magiſtrate, But ſee, vnſeene, and hope for whats the beſt. What hath Apollos ſacred Oracle Infuſde thy Soule with high Diuinity, Or deeper iudgements, of I know not what, Made thee know more then thy fraile ſexe ſhould do I wonder: lets along, weele to the towne, Where I not doubt but I ſhall find your ſonne A drinking, not at's booke. What if you doe? The elder Prieſt forgets that he was Clerke, When you were young, you did as he now does. Tis true indeed, but yet Ile tell thee what, Twas ſtrange to ſee a younker once but drunke In Englands Kingdome, when I liued there, For to be drunke, was beggar like they ſayde, Now Beggars ſay they are drunke like Gentlemen, As ſince I haue heard an old fantaſtique rime, That thus imports if I be not deceiude. Gentlemen are ſicke, and Parſons ill at eaſe, But Seruing men are drunke, and all haue one diſeaſe. God bleſſe my ſon from ſuch baſe foolerie, As to delight in drinke, a beaſtly ſinne, Yet with a friend, to drinke a cuppe or more, Ile not finde fault, the times are now growne ſuch.