Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Deniꝙ non paruas animo dati gloria vires: Et foecunda facit pectora laudis amor. As Ovid sayeth I am in deed, the spur to each estate, For by my troumpe I often cause the wicked man to hate, Is filthy life, and eke I stour, the good more good to be: So much the heart and will of man, is linked unto me. A new master a new, nay I will go, Tout, tout, Horestes is become a new man: Now he sorroweth to bad that it is so, Yet I will oresse him, by his oundes and I can. Who Saintie amen. God morrow mistress Nan, By his oundes I am glad to see the so trick, Nay may I be so bold, at your lips to have a lick. Iesus how coy, do you make the same, You never knew me afore I dare say: In faith, in faith, I was to blame, That I made no curtsy to you by the way. Who by’r lady Nan, thou art trim and gay, Wounds of me, she hath wings also, Who whother with a mischief, dost thou think for to go? To heaven? or to hell? to purgatory? or Spain? To Venys? to portugal? or to the isles Canarey? Nay stay a while for a mile or twain. I will go with thee, I swear by saint marey, Wilt thou have a boat Nan, over seay thee to carey. For if it chance for to rain, as the weathers not hard, It may chance this trim gear of thine, to be marred, Omnia si perdis, famam servare memento, Qua semel amissa, postia nullus eris. Above each thing keep well thy fame, whatever that thou lose For fame once gone they memory, with fame a way it goose. And it once lost thou shalt in sooth, accounted like to be, A drop of rain that falleth in, the bosom of the see, Me fame therefore as Ovid thinks, no man hath power to hold, To those with whom I please to dwell, I am more rich than gold What caused some for country's soil, themselves to peril cast But that the knew that after death, the fame of theirs shall last. Not on, but all, do me desire, both good and bad likewise, As may appear if we perpend, of Nero's enterprise. Which first did cause his master's death, & eke whereas he lay In mother's wound to see in sooth, his mother did straight slay. With this Horestes eke takes place, whose father being slain, through mother's guile from mother's blood, his hands could not refrain But like as he revenged the death, of father in his eyare, So father's brother in like sort, Revenge hath set on fire. For he is gone for to request, the aid of princes great, So sore his heart is set on fire, throught raging rigorous heat. What to determine all the kings, of Greece arrived be, At Nestores town that Athens hight, their judgement to decree
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Deniꝙ non paruas animo dati gloria vires: Et foecunda facit pectora laudis amor. As Ouid ſayeth I am in dede, the ſpure to each eſtate, For by my troumpe I often cauſe the wicked man to hate, Is fylthey lyfe, and eke I ſtoure, the good more good to be: So much the hart and will of man, is lynked vnto me. A new maſter a new, naye I wyll go, Tout, tout, Horeſtes is be com a newe man: Now he ſorroweth to bad that it is ſo, Yet I wyll oreſſe him, by his oundes and I can. Who Saintie amen. God morrowe myſtres Nan, By his oundes I am glad to ſe the ſo trycke, Nay may I be ſo bould, at your lyppes to haue a lycke. Ieſus how coye, do you make the ſame, You neauer knew me afore I dare ſaye: In fayth, in fayth, I was to blame, That I made no courchey to you by the waye. Who berladye Nan, thou art trym and gaye, Woundes of me, ſhe hath winges alſo, Who whother with a myſchefe, douſt thou thinke for to go? To heauen? or to hell? to pourgatorye? or ſpayne? To Venys? to pourtugaull? or to the eylles Canarey? Nay ſtay a whyle for a myle or twayne. I wyll go with the, I ſweare by ſaynt marey, Wylt thou haue a bote Nan, ouer ſeay the to carey. For yf it chaunce for to rayne, as the weathers not harde, It may chaunce this trym geare of thine, to be marde, Omnia ſi perdis, famam ſeruare memento, Qua ſemel amiſsa, poſtia nullus eris. Aboue eache thinge kepe well thy fame, what euer yt thou loſe For fame once gone they memory, with fame a way it goſe. And it once loſt thou ſhalt in ſouth, accomptyd lyke to be, A drope of rayne that faulyth in, the boſom of the ſée, Me fame therfore as Ouid thinkes, no man hath powre to hold, To thoſe with whom I pleaſe to dwell, I am more rich thē gold What cauſid ſom for countris ſoyle, them ſelues to perrell caſt But that the knew that after death, ye fame of thers ſhall laſt. Not on, but all, do me deſiare, both good and bad lykewyſe, As maye apeare yf we perpend, of Neroſe enterpryſe. Which firſt did cauſe his maſters death, & eke wheras he laye In mothers wound to ſe in ſouth, his mother dyd ſtraight ſlay. With this Horeſtes eke takes place, whoſe father being ſlayn, throgh mothers gile frō mothers blod, his hāds could not refraīe But lyke as he reuengyd the death, of father in his eyare, So fathers brother in lyke ſort, Reuenge hath ſet on fyare. For he is gon for to requeſt, the ayde of prynces great, So ſore his hart is ſet on fyare, throught raging rigorus heat. What to detarmayne all the kynges, of Grece aryued be, At Neſtores towne that Athens highte, their iudgment to decre