Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
This is the mind of Musonus also I remember, Like as presently you have advertised me, For the which I can not but thankfully render, Such commendations as is requisite to be, And as your name is Sapience, thus much I see, That on heavenly wisdom you do depend, And not on as time doth bring to an end. Truth in deed, & therefore your name being just, With me and my documents must be assotiate, Where contrary such as are led by their lust, To incline evil are always appropriate, They have not as you have, battle & combat, Against the cogitations that inwardly spring, But rather are obedient unto the same thing, And this is the occasion that men are so ambitious, And so foolish led by the lust of their brain, Sometime to covet, sometime to be vicious, Sometime the council of the wise to disdain, Sometime to climb till they fall down again, Sometime to usurp the possessions of other, Sometime to disobey both father and mother. Alas what availeth it riches to enjoy, Though as much in comparison as Croesus the king, What helpeth it to have Helen in Troy, If the conscience of man continually sting, Elation and Pride, no commodity doth bring, But is often known the forerunner of shame, And the blot of immortal memory and fame. Now by my hallydome it is alone a, Better sport in my life I never saw, It is trim I tell you to dance with Iohn & Ione a: We pass not a point for God nor his law, But Lust is lusty and full of porridge, Cogitation and he, in one Bed doth lie When: here is master just with his cankered courage, What an old doting, Sapience than I am dressed I, So often already just hath me restrained, That I dare not entice him any more, For through Sapience he hath me clearly disdained That my courage is spent, and I have no more. Nay soft sir we must talk with you or ye go. I can not tarry at this time the truth is so. Nay, there is no remedy with you we must talk. By the body of me, I hold best that I walk, Or else learn to speak language another while, And so I may happen the knaves to beguile. Turn back or you go, we have somewhat to say. Non point parla fransois, nun par ma foy. To deceive us now himself he doth prepare. Ick en can ghene english spreken vorwaer, Body of me let me go, or else I shall piss, Iwis master just, you have loved me or this, Therefore now be ruled after my council, And godly things for your commodity I shall you tell
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This is the mynde of Muſonus alſo I remembre, Like as preſently you haue aduertiſed me, For the which I can not but thankefully render, Such commendations as is requiſite to be, And as your name is Sapience, thus muche I ſee, That on heauenly wiſedome you doe depende, And not on as time doth bring to an ende. Truthe in deede, & therfore your name being Iuſte, With me and my documentes muſt be aſſotiate, Where contrary ſuche as are led by their luſt, To incline euill are alwayes appropriate, They haue not as you haue, battel & combate, Againſt the cogitations that inwardly ſpring, But rather are obedient vnto the ſame thing, And this is the occaſion that men are ſo ambitious, And ſo fooliſhe led by the luſte of their braine, Sometime to couet, ſometime to be vicious, Sometime the councell of the wyſe to diſdaine, Sometime to clime till they fall downe againe, Sometime to vſurpe the poſſeſſions of other, Sometime to diſobeye both father and mother. Alas what auaileth it ryches to enioye, Though as muche in cōpariſon as Creſſus the king, What helpeth it to haue Helene in Troye, If the conſcience of man continually ſting, Elation and Pride, no commoditie doth bring, But is often knowen the forerunner of ſhame, And the blotte of immortall memorie and fame. Nowe by my hallydome it is alone a, Better ſporte in my life I neuer ſawe, It is trimme I tel you to daūce with Iohn & Ione a: We paſſe not a point for God nor his lawe, But Luſt is luſty and full of porridge, Cogitation and he, in one Bed doth lie When: here is maiſter Iuſte with his cancred corage, What an olde doting, Sapience then I am dreſſed I, So often already Iuſte hath me reſtrained, That I dare not entiſe him any more, For through Sapience he hath me clerely diſdained That my courage is ſpent, and I haue no more. Nay ſofte ſyr we muſt talke with you or ye go. I can not tary at this time the truthe is ſo. Nay, there is no remedy with you we muſt talke. By the body of me, I holde beſt that I walke, Or els learne to ſpeake language another whyle, And ſo I may happen the knaues to beguyle. Turne back or you go, we haue ſomewhat to ſay. Non point parla franſois, nonne par ma foy. To deceiue vs nowe him ſelfe he doth prepare. Ick en can ghene engliſhe ſpreken vorwaer, Body of me let me go, or els I ſhall piſſe, Iwis maiſter Iuſte, you haue loued me or this, Therfore nowe be ruled after my councell, And godly thinges for your commoditie I ſhall you tel