Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Yes that I will, and more than that; I'll do for you, or for your Brother's sake; Like burning Drakes i'll split the empty air, And run through thick or thin, at noon or night: If you command, poor Pasquill will obey. Where didst thou learn such high styled compliments? Out from the smoking of my muskets mouth Fetched from the fragments of some Poetry: My nimble Muse comes from the Aquilone, And flaps her wings 'gainst Auster's frothy beard; While Eurus blasts do pinch my tender sides. And gentle Zephir, glads the seaman's heart; Driving his ship, cross Neptune's foaming front. How now turned Poet, or turned conjuror; stars not mine hair: shall I be scared hence: I'll make a circle least Hobgoblin come, You are disposed to jest M. Ganland. I have many such conceits without book. Of thine own making sure, they do so well Concur in sweetest Diapason. Die apace on sir: what's that? That's quite past The reach or Centre of my shallow brain: But since with terms you think to put me down: Once more have at you, i'll not yield it so. Then did he make Heavens vault to rebound, With rounce, robble hobble, With riff-raff, roaring, thwick-thwack, Thurlerie bouncing. O Heavens! why made you night to cover sin? Had it been day, such things had never been. Once more with patience, silence, & be still: You shall have Rhetoric 'gainst your will. Mount thee my Phlegon Muse, and testify How Saturn sitting on an Ebon cloud, disrobed his Podex, white as ivory, And through the Welkin thundered all aloud. read thou my riddle, & take thou my fiddle I met a man that wept and wailed, I grieved to see him how he ailed; He fared strangely, in such taking; He said he was not of God's making. The Cuckoo sings not worth a groat, Because she never changeth note: The man you speak of, young or old, Indeed he is a plain Cuckold. O brains of a Burbate, wool of an Owl: Where hadst thou so much wit? now tell me thine. My grandam taught me, & I learned by heart This riddle of Saturn's far-fetched sigh, But hear me Sir, you know that honest man M. Flutterkin our jovial Host. Go seek my brother out, and then I will, Show thee the way, and give thee thy desire. I must not stir without my Corporal Gives his consent, I must not so offend For fear the varvels catch me by the feet. Go to the Sergeant, I dare warrant thee, And tell him that I stay to speak with him. Swifter than thought, your errand shall be done Good morrow M. Garland, what abroad So early, can you leave so sweet a Froe; By gisse I swear, were I so fairly wed, This hour yet would I have kept my bed. Good morrow Sergeant, dreaming, yet not waked You are mistaken man, you see not well, Such ware's not dainty, though you think it dear, Where is enough, and market all the year.
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Yes that I will, and more then that; Ile doe for you, or for your Brothers ſake; Like burning Drakes ile ſplit the empty ayre, And run through thicke or thin, at noon or night: If you commaund, poore Paſquill will obey. Where didſt thou learn ſuch high ſtilde complements? Out from the ſmoaking of my Muſquets mouth Fetcht from the fragments of ſome Poetrie: My nimble Muſe comes from the Aquilone, And flaps her wings gainſt Auſters frothy beard; While Eurus blaſts doe pinch my tender ſides. And gentle Zephir, glads the Seamans heart; Driuing his ſhippe, croſſe Neptunes foaming front. How now turnde Poet, or turnde Coniurer; Stares not mine hayre: ſhall I be ſcarred hence: Ile make a circle leaſt Hobgoblin come, You are diſpoſde to ieſt M. Ganland. I haue many ſuch conceites without booke. Of thine owne making ſure, they doe ſo well Concurre in ſweeteſt Diapaſon. Die a pace on ſir: whats that? That's quite paſt The reach or Center of my ſhallow braine: But ſince with termes you thinke to put me down: Once more haue at you, ile not yeeld it ſo. Then did he make Heauens vault to rebound, With rounce, robble hobble, With riffe raffe, roaring, thwick, thwack, Thurlerie bouncing. O Heauens! why made you night to couer ſin? Had it been day, ſuch things had neuer beene. Once more with patience, ſilence, & be ſtill: You ſhall haue Rhetoricke gainſt your will. Mount thee my Phlegon Muſe, and teſtifie How Saturne ſitting on an Ebon cloud, Diſroabde his Podex, white as Iuorie, And through the Welkin thundered all aloud. Reade thou my riddle, & take thou my fidle I met a man that wept and wailde, I greeu'd to ſee him how he aylde; He fared ſtrangely, in ſuch taking; He ſaid he was not of Gods making. The Cuckow ſings not worth a groat, Becauſe ſhe neuer changeth note: The man you ſpeake of, young or olde, Indeed he is a plaine Cucquolde. O brains of a Burbate, wooll of an Owle: Where hadſt thou ſo much wit? now tell me thine. My Grandame taught me, & I learnt by heart This riddle of Saturnes far-fetcht ſigh, But here me Sir, you know that honeſt man M. Flutterkin our Iouiall Hoaſt. Goe ſeeke my brother out, and then I will, Shew thee the way, and giue thee thy deſire. I muſt not ſtirre without my Corporall Giues his conſent, I muſt not ſo offend For feare the varuels catch me by the feet. Goe to the Serieant, I dare warrant thee, And tell him that I ſtay to ſpeake with him. Swifter then thought, your errand ſhal be done Good morrow M. Garland, what abroad So earely, can you leaue ſo ſweet a Froe; By giſſe I ſweare, were I ſo fayrely wedde, This houre yet would I haue kept my bed. Good morrow Serieant, dreaming, yet not wakt You are miſtaken man, you ſee not well, Such ware's not daintie, though you thinke it deere, Where is enough, and market all the yeere.