Middleton, Thomas · published 1625 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jun 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
This 'tis to make an Eunuch, You made a sport on't then. Cease aggravation, I come to be absolved for't, where is my Confessor, Why dost thou point to the ground? 'Cause he went that way: Come, come, help me in with this Cabinet, I'll tell thee a strange Story. If't be sad, 'tis welcome. 'tis not much troubled with mirth, sir. Ex. Pawn. I attend at your great holiness' service. For great, I grant you, but greatly holy, There the sold alters fat Cathedral bodies, Have very often lean, little souls, Much like the Lady in the lobster's head, A great deal of shell and garbage of all colours, But for the pure part, that should take wings and mount That's at last gasp, as if a man should gape, And from a huge bulk let forth a butterfly, Like those big-bellied mountains, which the Poet Delivers, that are brought to bed with man's flesh, Are my book Printed pawn, my last invictives against Against the black-house? Ready for publication: For I saw perfect books this morning (sir.) Fetch me a few, which I will instantly Distribute amongst the White-house. With all speed (sir.) 'tis a most Lordly life to rail at ease, See, eat, and drink upon the fat of one Kingdom; And rail upon another with the juice on't: I have writ this book out of the strength and marrow Of six and thirty dishes at a meal: But most on't out of cullishe of Cock sparrows, 'twill stick and glue the faster to the adversary, 'twill slit the root of their most Calvish cause, And yet I eat but little butcher's meat In the conception: Of all things I commend the White-house best, For plenty and variety of victuals: When I was one of the black-house professed, My flesh fell half a Cubit, time to revolt, When my own ribs revolted; but to say truth, I have no preferment yet, that's suitable To the greatness of my person and my parts: I grant I live at ease, for I am made The Master of the beds, the long acre of beds: But there's no marigold, that shuts and opens, Flower gentlee Venus' borth, apples of love, Pinks, Hyanths, honeysuckles, Daffi-down-dillies, There was a time I'd much more drab than beds, Now I've more beds, than drabs: Yet there's no eminent trader deals in wholesale; But she and I have clap a barging up, Let in at water-gate, for which I have racked My tenants purse-strings, that then've twanged again: Yonder black Knight, the Fistula of Europe, Whose disease once I undertook to cure, With a high Holborn halter, when he last Vouchsafed to peep into my privileged lodgings He saw good store of plate, and rich hangings: He knew I brought none to the White-house with me, I have not lost the use of my profession, Since I turned White-house bishop: Look, more books yet? Yonder greasy gormundizing Prelate Does work our house more mischief by his scripts, His fat and fulsome Volumes, Than the whole body of the adverse party.
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This 'tis to make an Eunuch, You made a ſport on't then. Ceaſe agreuation, I come to be obſolu'd for't, where is my Confeſſor, Why do'ſt thou point to the ground? 'Cauſe he went that way: Come, come, helpe me in with this Cabinet, Ile tell thee a ſtrange Story. If't be ſad, tis welcome. Tis not much troubled with mirth, ſir. Ex. Pawne. I attend at your great holineſſe ſeruice. For great, I grant you, but greatly holy, There the ſold alters fat Cathedrall bodies, Haue very often leane, little ſoules, Much like the Lady in the Lobſtars head, A great deale of ſhell and garbage of all colours, But for the pure part, that ſhould take wings and mount That's at laſt gaſpe, as if a man ſhould gape, And from a huge bulke let forth a butter-flye, Likethoſe big-bellied mountaines, which the Poet Deliuers, that are brought to bed with mans fleſh, Are my booke Printed pawne, my laſt invictiues againſt Againſt the blacke-houſe? Ready for publication: For I ſaw perfect bookes this morning (ſir.) Fetch me a few, which I will inſtantly Diſtribute amongſt the White-houſe. With all ſpeede (ſir.) Tis a moſt Lordly life to rayle at eaſe, See, eate, and drinke vpon the fat of one Kingdome; And rayle vpon an other with the iuce on't: I haue writ this booke out of the ſtrength and marrow Of ſix and thirty diſhes at a meale: But moſt on't out of culliſhe of Cocke ſparrowes, Twill ſticke and glew the faſter to the aduerſary, Twill ſlit the roote of their moſt Caluiſh cauſe, And yet I eate but little butchers meate In the conception: Of all things I commend the White-houſe beſt, For plenty and variety of victualls: When I was one of the blacke-houſe profeſt, My fleſh fell halfe a Cubit, time to revolt, When my owne ribs reuolted; but to ſay truth, I haue no preferment yet, that's ſuteable To the greatneſſe of my perſon and my parts: I grant I liue at eaſe, for I am made The Maiſter of the beds, the long acre of beds: But there's no Marie-gold, that ſhuts and opens, Flower gentlee Venis borth, apples of loue, Pinckes, Hyanths, Honie-ſuckles, Daffa-down-dillies, There was a time I'd much more brab then beds, Now I'ue more beds, then drabs: Yet there's no eminent trader deales in whole-ſayle; But ſhe and I haue clap a barging vp, Let in at water-gate, for which I haue rackt My tennants purſe-ſtrings, that then'ue twang'd agen: Yonder blacke Knight, the Fiſtula of Europe, Whoſe diſeaſe once I vndertooke to cure, With a high Holborne halter, when he laſt Vouchſaft to peepe into my priuiledged lodgings He ſaw good ſtore of plate, and rich hangings: He knew I brought none to the White-houſe with me, I haue not loſt the vſe of my profeſſion, Since I turned White-houſe biſhop: Looke, more bookes yet? Yonder greaſie gormundizing Prelate Does worke our houſe more miſchiefe by his ſcripts, His fat and fulſome Volumes, Then the whole body of the aduers party.