Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
By saint Mary, than they have made a wise match, I pretend therefore to leap over the hatch, Nay let me depart, sirs stop me not I say, For I must remain though both these decay. Lust from the beginning frequented hath been And shall I now turn to nothing for thee. Treasure in all ages hath been beloved, And shall she from the earth by thee be removed. You know that all such things are subject to time Therefore me to withstand is no reason nor rhyme, For like as all things in time their beginning had, So must all things in time vanish and fade. Gog's wounds, let Treasure remain still with me, Yea let me continue still in my dignity. Nay, I must carry you into Vulcan's fire, Where you shallbe tried unto the uttermost, Seing Lust against Iust did daily conspire, To dust he shall turn for all his great boast, Both of you shall have one rigorous host, Come therefore with speed time can not tarry, To the end of your felicity I will you carry. If there be no remedy then there is no shift, He must needs go that is driven by the devils drift, A cocks precious sides, what fortune is this, Whether go I now, to misery or bliss. We, he, he, he, he, ware the horse heel's I say, I would the rain ware lose that I might run away. Nay sith thou wilt not spare against me to rebel, I will not spare by God's grace thee to bridle, All men may see how vile Inclination, Spareth not to put the Just to vexation, Even so may all men learn of me again, Thy beastly desires to bridle and restrain. Marry sir I am bridled in deed as you say, And shackled I think for running away, This snafle is sharp indeed for the nonce, And these shakkels do chafe my legs to the bones, And yet will I provoke spurn and prick, Rebel repugn lash out and kick, We he, in the jades name are ye so fresh, This gear I suppose will pluck down your flesh. Nay soft, thou shalt have a little more pain, For somewhat shorter now I will tie thy rain. Most blessed and happy I say are the just, Even because they restrain their own Inclination, Thou therefore that hast made thy treasure of trust, Behold, I have brought thee here consolation. Now blessed be God of his mercy and grace, With all my heart and soul I do you embrace. Consolation is my name even as Trust hath said, Which is joy or comfort in this life transitory, He that possesseth me, is of nothing afraid, But hath a most quiet and peaciable memory, For I through trust doth show thee the glory, That God hath prepared for them before hand, Wherein at the last they shall perfectly stand.
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By ſaint Mary, then they haue made a wiſe matche, I pretende therefore to leape ouer the hatche, Nay let me departe, ſyrs ſtop me not I ſaye, For I muſt remayne though both theſe decaye. Luſte from the beginning frequented hath bene And ſhall I now turne to nothing for thee. Treaſure in all ages hath bene beloued, And ſhall ſhe from the earth by thee be remoued. You know that all ſuche thinges are ſubiect to time Therefore me to withſtande is no reaſon nor ryme, For like as all thinges in time their beginning had, So muſt all thinges in time vaniſhe and fade. Gogs woundes, let Treaſure remaine ſtil with me, Yea let me continue ſtill in my dignitie. Nay, I muſt cary you into Vulcans fire, Where you ſhalbe tried vnto the vttermoſte, Seing Luſt againſt Iuſt did daily conſpier, To duſt he ſhall turne for all his great boaſte, Both of you ſhall haue one rigorous hoaſte, Come therefore with ſpede time can not tary, To the ende of your felicitie I will you carie. If there be no remedy then there is no ſhifte, He muſt nedes go that is driuen by the Deuils drifte, A cocks precious ſydes, what fortune is this, Whether go I nowe, to miſery or blis. We, he, he, he, he, ware the horſe heles I ſaye, I would the raine ware loſe that I might run away. Nay fithe thou wilt not ſpare againſt me to rebell, I will not ſpare by Gods grace thee to brydell, All men may ſee howe vile Inclination, Spareth not to put the Iuſt to vexation, Euen ſo may all men learne of me againe, Thy beaſtly deſiers to bridle and reſtraine▪ Mary ſyr I am bridled in deede as you ſaye, And ſhakled I thinke for running awaye, This ſnafle is ſharpe indeede for the nones, And theſe shakkels doe chafe my legges to the bones, And yet will I prouoke ſpurne and pricke, Rebell repugne laſhe out and kicke, We he, in the Iades name are ye ſo freſhe, This gere I ſuppoſe will plucke downe your fleſhe. Nay ſofte, thou ſhalt haue a litle more paine, For ſomewhat ſhorter nowe I will tie thy rayne. Moſte bliſſed and happie I ſaye are the Iuſte, Euen becauſe they reſtraine their owne Inclination, Thou therefore that haſt made thy treaſure of truſte, Beholde, I haue brought thee here conſolation. Nowe blyſſed be God of his mercy and grace, With all my harte and ſoule I doe you embrace. Conſolation is my name euen as Truſt hath ſaide, Which is ioye or comfort in this life tranſitorie, He that poſſeſſeth me, is of nothing afraide, But hath a moſte quiet and peaciable memorie, For I through truſt doth ſhewe thee the glorie, That God hath prepared for them before hande, Wherein at the laſt they ſhall perfectly ſtande.