Aristippus, or The Jovial Philosopher · chunk 12 of 18
Randolph, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1626 [1625-1626] (Annals) entertainment; academic entertainment unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Thus resting in the opinion of that admirable Poet, I make this draught of Sack, this Lectures period. Dixi, dost thou say? ay, and I'll warrant thee the best Dixi in Cambridge: who would sit poring on the learned Barbarism of the Schoolmen, that by one of thy Lectures might confute them all, pro & con? I begin to have distinction, & actualiter, & habitualiter, yet a pox to see, I cannot leave them, nec principaliter, nec formaliter; yet I begin to love the Fox better than subtleness. Oh Tutor, Tutor, well might Fox be a College Porter, that he might open the Gates to none but thy Pupils: come fellow Pupils, if I did not love you, I were {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman}, and an absurdity in the abstract; Let's practise, let's practise, for I'll follow the steps of my Tutor night and day: by this Sack, I shall love this Philosophy: before I heard this Lecture, Banks his Horse was an Aristotle; in comparison of me: I can laugh to think what a foolish Simplicius I was this morning, and how learnedly I shall sleep tonight. Sleep tonight! why? that's no point of our Philosophy; we must sit up late, and roar till we rattle the Welkin: Sleep! what have we to do with death's Cater-cousin? do you think Nature gave stars to sleep by? have you not day enough to sleep in, but you must sleep in the night too? 'tis an arrant Paradox. A Paradox? let me be cramped if I sleep then, but what, must we sleep in the day then? Yes, in the morning. And why in the morning? Why, a pox of the morning, what have we to do with the sober time of the day? 'Tis true, I see, we may learn something of our fellow Pupils, and what must we do now, fellow pupils? What must we do now? Why? confer our notes. What is that? Why? conferring of notes, is drinking off cups, half pots are saying of parts, and the singing of Catches is our repetition. Fellow Pupil, I'll confer a note with you. Gramercy brave lad, and it's a good one, an excellent Criticism; I would not have lost it for Eustathius and his Bishopric, it's a general rule, and true without exception. Fellow Pupil, I'll confer a note with you too. Faith, let me have it, let's share and share like boon Rascals. I'll say my part to you both. By my troth, and you have a good memory, you have conned it quickly Sir. But what shall we have for repetitions now? ay, what for repetitions? Why the Catch against the Schoolmen in praise of our Tutor Aristippus: Can you sing Simplicius? How begins it pray you? Aristippus is better.
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Thus resting in the opinion of that admirable Poet, I make this draught of Sacke, this Lectures period. Dixi, dost thou say? I, and I'll warrant thee the best Dixi in Cambridge: who would sit poring on the learned Barbarisme of the Scholemen, that by one of thy Lectures might confute them all, pro & con? I begin to hae distinction, & actualiter, & habitualiter, yet a poxe to see, I cannot leaue them, nec principaliter, nec formaliter; yet I begin to loue the Foxe better than subtilnesse. Oh Tutor, Tutor, well might Foxe be a Colledge Porter, that hee might open the Gates to none but thy Pupils: come fellow Pupils, if I did not loue you, I were , and an absurdity in the abstract; Let's practise, let's practise, for I'll ollow the steps of my Tutor night and day: by this Sacke, I shall loue this Philosophy: before I heard this Lecture, Bankes his Horse was an Aristotle; in comparison of me: I can laugh to thinke what a foolish Simplius I was this morning, and how learndly I shall sleepe to night. Sleep to night! why? that's no point of our Philosophy; we must sit vp late, and roare till we rattle the Welkin: Sleepe! what haue we to doe with deaths Cater-cousin? doe you thinke Nature gaue starres to sleepe by? haue you not day enough to sleepe in, but you must sleepe in the night too? 'tis an arrant Paradox. A Paradox? let me be crampt if I sleepe then, but what, must we sleepe in the day then? Yes, in the morning. And why in the morning? Why, a poxe of the morning, what haue we to doe with the sober time of the day? 'Tis true, I see, we may learne something of our fellow Pupils, and what must wee doe now, fellow pupils? What must wee doe now? Why? conferre our notes. What is that? Why? conferring of notes, is drinking off cups, halfe pots are saying of parts, and the singing of Catches is our repetition. Fellow Pupill, I'll conferre a note with you. Gramercy braue lad, and it's a good one, an excellent Criticisme; I would not haue lost it for Eustathius and his Bishopricke, it's a generall rule, and true without exception. Fellow Pupill, I'll conferre a note with you too. Faith, let mee haue it, let's share and share like boone Rascals. I'll say my part to you both. By my troath, and you haue a good memory, you haue con'd it quickly Sir. But what shall we haue for repetitions now? I, what for repetitions? Why the Catch against the Schoolemen in praise of our Tutor Aristippus: Can you sing Simplicius? How begins it pray you? Aristippus is better.