Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Though I meant French, yet will I yield, I lost; Take thou the colours, I bestow them free, In my conceit, as ere did Emperor, I thank your greatness in conceit, I do enjoy them, and I rest content. A good conceit, for now methinks I see, The Sergeant Ensign, only in conceit Stepped up in place, and office of command; I see, but see not, what I hope to see; That once performed which now is but conceit. I thank you M. Garland, your good word, Is ever priest to do an honest man good, For my preferment think you would disburse A score of pounds; or so, wert come to that, Rather than I should fail. Sure that I would; Thou shouldst not want to furnish thy conceits; If I have gold and silver at command, 'tis ready: Sergeant I would do thee good; Get thou a place, try thy friends, thou shalt see What I will do. I thank God and friends, 'tis done; I have bethought me, you shall see ere long A Metamorphosis of me reformed. transformed, thou wouldst say. Call you it transformed; transformed, reformed; or call it how you will: I do remember what I learned at School In Ovid: Oh these verses made me whipped; In nova fert animus, mutatas dicere formas Corpora Dij caeptis, nam vos mutastis & illas, Aspirate meis. Let thee alone Sergeant, thou wilt be like To Pasquill, wild as a Buck, or Liveret Bred in March: this or be it not contains thee When thy brains flow with skilful Poesy; Hast thou forgot what we came hither for. I like thee Sergeant, when thou bringst out pairs Of Verses; one and singles alone is not So good; as when by two and two in ranks, They march in order: than they please mine ears. You want a fellow to my other verse, Do you not. Yes marry do I, make but one To wipe my mouth, like to the first, I swear, I'll give thee a pair of good stags leather gloves. A match 'tis done, i'll fit you presently; M. Garland will you see it performed? Upon mine honest word, I will. Why then, I have it by this time: since your mouth is clean; My noble Younker, wipe your nose with this; Sic faciunt stulti, quos gloria vexat inanis. You have hit me home with your Rhinoceros Did near make that, that famous learned Knight, Sir Philip Sidney, Scholars, soldiers pride Was his, not yours. What, though he made that verse, Those words were made before, he made them not; 'twas well I happed on his inventions. Good wits do jump, good witty, witless sir: You hatch those eggs that other birds have laid: I bid you make me one, by your own wit.
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Though I meant French, yet will I yeeld, I loſt; Take thou the colours, I beſtow them free, In my conceit, as ere did Emperour, I thanke your greatneſſe in conceit, I doe enioy them, and I reſt content. A good conceit, for now me thinks I ſee, The Serieant Enſeigne, onely in conceit Stept vp in place, and office of commaund; I ſee, but ſee not, what I hope to ſee; That once performde which now is but conceit. I thanke you M. Garland, your good word, Is euer preſt to doe an honeſt man good, For my preferment thinke you would disburſe A ſcore of pounds; or ſo, wert come to that, Rather then I ſhould fayle. Sure that I would; Thou ſhouldſt not want to furniſh thy conceites; If I haue golde and ſiluer at commaund, Tis ready: Serieant I would doe thee good; Get thou a place, trie thy friends, thou ſhalt ſee What I will doe. I thanke God and friends, tis done; I haue bethought me, you ſhall ſee ere long A Metamorphoſis of me reformde. Tranſformde, thou wouldſt ſay. Call you it transformde; Transformde, reformde; or call it how you will: I doe remember what I learn't at Schoole In Ouid: Oh theſe verſes made me whipte; In noua fert animus, mutatas dicere formas Corpora Dij caeptis, nam vos mutaſtis & illas, Aſpirate meis. Let thee alone Serieant, thou wilt be like To Paſquill, wilde as a Bucke, or Liueret Bred in March: this or be it not containes thee When thy braines flow with skilfull Poeſie; Haſt thou forgot what we came hither for. I like thee Serieant, when thou bringſt out paires Of Verſes; one and ſingles alone is not So good; as when by two and two in rankes, They march in order: then they pleaſe mine eares. You want a fellow to my tother verſe, Doe you not. Yes marry doe I, make but one To wipe my mouth, like to the firſt, I ſweare, Ile giue thee a payre of good ſtagges leather gloues. A match tis done, ile fit you preſently; M. Garland will you ſee it performde? Vpon mine honeſt word, I will. Why then, I haue it by this time: ſince your mouth is cleane; My noble Younker, wipe your noſe with this; Sic faciunt ſtulti, quos gloria vexat inanis. You haue hit me home with your Rhinoceros Did neere make that, that famous learned Knight, Sir Philip Sidney, Scholers, ſouldiers pride Was his, not yours. What, though he made that verſe, Thoſe words were made before, he made them not; Twas well I hapt on his inuentions. Good wits doe iumpe, good witty, witles ſir: You hatch thoſe egges that other birds haue layde: I bid you make me one, by your owne wit.