Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
No sir, he does not, needs not, will not sir; I will not miss you, if it shall please God Nothing shall stay me, nought shall keep me back. And I'll come too, and though I go on foot. Why come & welcome, that's your chiefest cheer I keep no feast, but what lasts all the year. If I escaped unseen, why so it is: If not I care not much: it is but so; Perhaps a chiding, sour look, or rap, It's but a storm, it will be soon o'erpast; May be, just nothing: but i'll haste me home; Set up mine horses, dress my stable up, And do such things, as I do use to do, So I be doing, 'tis no matter what: If it be not ill, and may bring profit in, Or otherwise, prevent a wilful waste. Things must be handsome, idleness is nought, My Mistress loves me for my cleanliness. Our yard lies handsome, there's no scattered straw Nor sticks, nor chips, but all things be as neat, As some man's house, not rooted hogsty like; Or else poor Hans his jacket hums: my coat Is sure to pay for't: ere my master comes I'll be at home; if Pasquill ere come there I'll sit on's skirts, fear't not, for out of doubt, I'll use him so, the boys shall find him out. I told you wife where I should find your son; Your sons I might have said: for they were both Fast at the pot, some talked, some drunk as fast; The cups flew high, & brains waxed something light I do perceive wise men sometimes lash out, And thrifty too: would you have thought my son The Merchant M. Garland would have stepped Into a taphouse, there to spend his time, And money both. Why not? 'tis recreation, Sometimes for company, always at home; It makes it loathsome, dulls the brain and sense: We must not think on profit always, win, Spend now and then, though not to please our selves For others' sakes. Well: you will still excuse, Your son, this gives too much encouragement To his amiss. I speak not fore his face, Nor do I like in him, what you dislike: My will is yours; but should I say as you We should not reason, so to pass the time; For when I speak, and speak the same you do; You'll not reply, than both our tongues are still; But if I cross you, though it be not much, I hear more of you, sometimes learn more wit. Your answers sharp, it cutteth razor like, A woman's wit is quick, as quick her tongue, As Aspen leaves, some say it is the last Part of a woman dies. Alas poor souls, we women must bear all We weaker vessels must abide your frumps: But 'tis no matter, while they break no skin, Our backs were made to bear.
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No ſir, he does not, needs not, will not ſir; I will not miſſe you, if it ſhall pleaſe God Nothing ſhall ſtay me, nought ſhall keepe me backe. And Ile come too, and though I goe on foote. Why come & welcom, thats your chiefeſt cheare I keepe no feaſt, but what laſts all the yeare. If I eſcapte vnſeene, why ſo it is: If not I care not much: it is but ſo; Perhaps a chiding, ſoure looke, or rappe, Its but a ſtorme, it will be ſoone ore-paſt; May be, iuſt nothing: but ile haſte me home; Set vp mine horſes, dreſſe my ſtable vp, And do ſuch things, as I doe vſe to doe, So I be doing, tis no matter what: If it be not ill, and may bring profite in, Or otherwiſe, preuent a willfull waſte. Things muſt be handſome, idlenes is nought, My Miſtreſſe loues me for my cleanlineſſe. Our yarde lyes handſome, theres no ſcattered ſtraw Nor ſticks, nor chippes, but all things be as neate, As ſome mans houſe, not rooted hog-ſtye like; Or elſe poore Hans his iacquet hums: my coate Is ſure to pay for't: ere my maſter comes Ile be at home; if Paſquill ere come there Ile ſit on's skirts, fear't not, for out of doubt, Ile vſe him ſo, the boyes ſhall find him out. I told you wife where I ſhould finde your ſonne; Your ſons I might haue ſayde: for they were both Faſt at the pot, ſome talkt, ſome drunke as faſt; The cuppes flew high, & brains waxt ſomthing light I doe perceyue wiſe men ſometimes laſh out, And thrifty too: would you haue thought my ſon The Marchant M. Garland would haue ſtept Into a tappe-houſe, there to ſpend his time, And money both. Why not? tis recreation, Sometimes for company, alwayes at home; It makes it loathſome, duls the braine and ſence: We muſt not thinke on profite alwayes, winne, Spend now and then, though not to pleaſe our ſelus For others ſakes. Well: you will ſtill excuſe, Your ſonne, this giues too much encouragement To his amiſſe. I ſpeake not fore his face, Nor doe I like in him, what you diſlike: My will is yours; but ſhould I ſay as you We ſhould not reaſon, ſo to paſſe the time; For when I ſpeake, and ſpeake the ſame you doe; You'l not reply, then both our tongues are ſtill; But if I croſſe you, though it be not much, I heare more of you, ſometimes learne more witte▪ Your anſweres ſharpe, it cutteth razor like, A womans witte is quicke, as quicke her tongue, As Aſpin leaues, ſome ſay it is the laſt Part of a woman dyes. Alaſſe poore ſoules, we women muſt beare all We weaker veſſels muſt abide your frumpes: But tis no matter, while they breake no skinne, Our backs were made to beare.