Aristippus, or The Jovial Philosopher · chunk 18 of 18
Randolph, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1626 [1625-1626] (Annals) entertainment; academic entertainment unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
One that is able to undo the Company of Barber surgeons, and College of Physicians, by making all diseases fly the Country. Yea, he is able to give his skill to whom he please, by Act of deed, or bequeath it by Legacy, but he is determined as yet to entail it to his heir's males for ever. Sir, death itself dares not anger him, for fear he should beggar the Sextons by suffering no grave to be made, he can choose whether any shall die or no. And he does't with such celerity, that a hundred pieces of Ordinance in a pitched field, could not in a whole day make work enough to employ him an hour; you owe him your life Sir, I'll assure you. Sir I do owe you my life, and all that is mine: think of any thing that lieth in the compass of my Philosophy, and 'tis your own. I have gold enough Sir, and Philosophy enough, for my house is paved with philosopher's stones, mine only desire is, that you forgive the rage of this wild-man, who is heartily sorry for his offence to you. O reverend Philosopher, and Alchemy of understanding, thou very Sack of Sciences, thou noble Spaniard, thou Catholic Monarch of Wines, Archduke of Canary, Emperor of the sacred Sherry, pardon me, pardon my rudeness, and I will forswear that Dutch heresy of English Beer, and the witchcraft of Middleton's water, I'll turn myself into a Gown, and be a professed disciple of Aristippus. Give him a Gown then, ere we admit him to our Lecture hereafter. Now noble Signior Medico de Campo, if you will walk in, let's be very jovial and merry, 'tis my second birthday, let's in, and drink a health to the company. We care not for money, riches, or wealth, Old Sack is our money, old Sack is our health, Then let's flock hither Like Birds of a feather, To drink, to fling, To laugh and sing, Conferring our notes together, Conferring our notes together. Come let us laugh, let us drink, let us sing, The winter with us is as good as the Spring, We care not a feather For wind, or for weather, But night and day We sport and play, Conferring our notes together, Conferring our notes together. Hark, they are drinking your healths, within, and I must have it too, I am only left here to offer my supplicat to you, that my grace may pass, and then if I may but commence in your approbation, I will take a degree in drinking, and because I am turned a jovial mad rascal, I have a great desire to be a Midsummer Bachelor, I was only stayed to ask your leaves to go out.
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One that is able to vndoe the Company of Barbersurgeons, and Colledge of Physicians, by making al diseases fly the Country. Yea, he is able to giue his skill to whom he please, by Act of deede, or bequeath it by Legacy, but he is determined as yet to intaile it to his heires males for euer. Sir, death it selfe dares not anger him, for feare he should begger the Sextons by suffering no graue to bee made, he can chuse whether any shall dye or no. And he do's't with such celerity, that a hundred peeces of Ordinance in a pitch'd field, could not in a whole day make worke enough to imploy him an houre; you owe him your life Sir, I'll assure you. Sir I doe owe you my life, and all that is mine: thinke of any thing that lyeth in the compasse of my Philosophy, and 'tis your owne. I haue gold enough Sir, and Philosophy enough, for my house is paued with Philosophers stones, mine only desire is, that you forgiue the rage of this wildeman, who is heartily sorry for his offence to you. O reuerend Philosopher, and Alchimy of vnderstanding, thou very Sack of Sciences, thou noble Spaniard, thou Catholique Monarch of Wines, Archduke of Canary, Emperour of the sacred Sherry, pardon me, pardon my rudenesse, and I will forsweare that Dutch heresie of English Beere, and the witchcraft of Middletons water, I'll turne my selfe into a Gowne, and be a profest disciple of Aristippus. Giue him a Gowne then, ere we admit him to our Lecture hereafter. Now noble Signior Medico de Campo, if you will walke in, let's be very iouiall and merry, 'tis my second birth-day, let's in, and drinke a health to the company. We car not or mony, riches, or wealth, Old Sack is our mony, old Sack is our health, Then let's flock hither Like Birds of a feather, To drinke, to fling, To laugh and sing, Conferring our notes together, Conferring our notes together. Come let vs laugh, let vs drinke, let vs sing, The winter with vs is as good as the Spring, We care not a feather For wind, or for weather, But night and day VVe sport and play, Conferring our notes together, Conferring our notes together. Heark, they are drinking your healths, within, and I must haue it too, I am only left here to offer my supplicat to you, that my grace may passe, and then if I may but commence in your approbation, I will take a degree in drinking, and because I am turn'd a iouiall mad raskall, I haue a great desire to be a Midsummer Batch'lor, I was onely stay'd to aske your leaues to goe out.