Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
What the Devil ailed me to sing thus, I cry you mercy by my faith for entering, Most like I have ridden on the flying Pegasus, Or in Cock Lorrels barge I have been a ventringe, Sing▪ why I would sing if it were to do again. With Orpheus and Amphion I went to school, What, lads must be lively attending on the train Of lady Delectation, which is no small fool. hay rouse▪ fill all the pots in the house, Tush man, in good fellowship let us be merry, Look up like a man or it is not worth a louse. hay how troly low, hay dery dery, Ha pleasant youth and lusty juventus, In faith it is good to be merry this may, For of man's living here, there is no point endentus. Therefore a little mirth is worth much sorrow some say. But remember ye not the wise man's sentence, It is better in the house of mourning to be Then in the house of laughter where folly hath residence, For lightness with wisdom can not agree Though many have pleasure in foolish fantasy. Ensuing their inclination and lust, Yet much better is the life of one that is just. Sir, in this you seem against me to inveigh, Nothing but reason I think I do say. Marry you shall have a night cap for making the reason, Friend have you not a piece of stockfish to sell, I would you had a dish of buttered peason, By my faith your communication likes me well, But I beseech you tell me is not your name just: Yes forsooth. And my name thou shalt understand is lust, And according thereto I am lusty in deed, But I think thou haste drunk of Morpheus seed, Thou goest like a Dromeldory dreaming & drowsy, I hold twenty pound the knave is lousy. Mine apparel is not like unto thine, Disguised and jagged of sundry fashion, How be it, it is not gold always that doth shine, But corrupting Copper of small valuation To horrible beside is thy operation, Nothing more odious unto the just, Then the beastly desires of inordinate lust. It is a shameful thing as Cicero doth say That a man his own acts should praise & commend, Hypocrites accustom thee like day by day Checking other men, when they do offend. Yea but it is an hard thing saith the Philosopher, For a foolish man to have his manners reprehended, And even at this day it is come so far, God grant for his mercy it may be amended. For tell a man friendly now of his fault Being blasphemy, pride, or vile fornication, He willbe as presumptuous as Haman the halt And repay with revenge or else defamation. Thus few men a friendly monition will bear, But stoutly persist and maintain their ill, And in noble men's houses truly I do fear There are to many have such froward will.
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What the Deuill ailed me to ſinge thus, I crie you mercy by my faith for entring, Moſte like I haue ridden on the fliyng Pegaſus, Or in Cock Lorrels barge I haue bene a ventringe, Syng▪ why I would ſinge if it were to doe againe. With Orpheus and Amphion I went to ſchole, What, laddes muſt be liuely attending on the traine Of lady Delectation, whiche is no ſmall foole. Hey rowſe▪ fill all the pottes in the houſe, Tuſhe man, in good felowſhip let vs be mery, Looke vp like a man or it is not worth a louſe. Hey how troly lowe, hey dery dery, Ha pleaſaunt youth and luſty Iuuentus, In faithe it is good to be mery this may, For of mans liuing here, there is no point endentus. Therfore a litle mirth is worth much ſorow ſome ſay. But remember ye not the wyſe mans ſentence, It is better in the houſe of mourning to be Thē in the houſe of laughter where foly hath reſidēce, For lightnes with wiſedome can not agree Though many haue pleaſure in fooliſhe phantaſie. Enſuing their inclination and luſte, Yet much better is the life of one that is iuſte. Sir, in this you ſeme againſt me to inuaye, Nothing but reaſon I thinke I doe ſaye. Mary you ſhall haue a night cap for making ye reaſon, Frinde haue you not a pece of ſtockefiſhe to ſell, I would you had a diſhe of butterd peaſon, By my faith your communication likes me well, But I beſeche you tell me is not your name Iuſte: Yes forſothe. And my name thou ſhalt vnderſtande is luſt, And according therto I am luſty in deede, But I thinke thou haſte drunke of Morpheus ſeede, Thou goeſt like a Dromeldory dreaming & drouſy, I holde twenty pounde the knaue is louſy. Myne apparell is not like vnto thyne, Diſguyſed and iagged of ſundrie faſhion, Howe be it, it is not golde alwayes that doth ſhine, But corrupting Copper of ſmall valuation To horrible beſides is thy operation, Nothing more odious vnto the Iuſte, Then the beaſtly deſires of inordinate luſte. It is a ſhamefull thing as Cicero doth ſaye That a man his owne actes ſhould praiſe & cōmende, Hypocrites accuſtome thee like daye by daye Checking other men, when they doe offende. Yea but it is an harde thing ſaieth the Philoſopher, For a fooliſhe man to haue his maners reprehended, And euen at this daie it is come ſo farre, God graunt for his mercy it may be amended. For tell a man friendly nowe of his faulte Being blaſphemy, pryde, or vyle fornication, He wilbe as preſumptuous as Haman the haulte And repaye with reuenge or els defamation. Thus fewe men a friendly monition will beare, But ſtoutely perſiſte and mainteine their ill, And in noble mens houſes truly I do feare There are to many haue ſuche froward will.