Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
It is well known how that ye have loved Me heretofore at all times most tenderly But now (me think) ye have plainly showed Certain tokens of hatred For if I should go to my Book after your advise Which have spent my childhood so pleasantly, I may then seem driven out of Paradyse To take pain and woe, grief and misery. All things I had rather sustain and abide The business of the School once cast aside, Therefore though ye cry till ye reave asunder I will not meddle with such a matter. Why can not I thee thus much persuade For that in my mind is the best trade. When all is said and all is done, Concerning all things both more and less Yet like to the School none under the Son Bringeth to children so much heaviness. What though it be painful, what thought it be griefs, For so be all things at the first learning, Yet marvelous pleasure it bringeth unto us As a reward for such pains taking. Wherefore come of and be of good cheer And go to thy Book without any fear For a man without knowledge (as I have read) May well be compared to one that is dead. Not more of the School, no more of the Book That woeful work is not for my purpose For upon those Books I may not look, If so I did, my labour I should loose. Why than to me thy fancy express That the School matters to the are counted weariness Even as to a great man, wealth and rich Service and bondage is a hard thing So to a Boy both dainty and nice Learning and study is greatly displeasing. What my Child, displeasing I pray thee? That maketh a man live so happily. Yea by my truth, such kind of wisdom Is to my heart I tell you, very loathsome. What trial thereof hast thou taken That the Scole of thee is so ill bespoken? What trial thereof would ye fain know? Nothing more easy than this to show: At other boy's hands, I have it learned, And that of those truly most of all other Which for a certain time have remained In the house and prison of a schoolmaster I dare well say that there is no misery But rather joy, pastime, and pleasure Always with Scholars haping company, No life to this, I the wall assure. It is not true Father which you do say, The contrary thereof is proved alway, For as the Brutus goeth by many a one, Their tender bodies both night and day Are whipped and scourged, and beat like a stone That from top to toe, the say is away. Is there not (say they) for them in this case, Given other while for pardon some place?
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¶ It is well knowne howe that ye haue loued Me heretofore at all tymes moſt tenderlye But now (me thynke) ye haue playnely ſhewed Certayne tokens of hatred For if I ſhoulde go to my Booke after your aduyſe Whiche haue ſpent my Chyldehood ſo pleaſauntlye, I maye then ſeeme dryuen out of Paradyſe To take payne and woe, gryefe and myſerye. All thynges I had rather ſuſtayne and abyde The buſynes of the Schole ones caſt aſyde, Therfore thoughe ye crye tyll ye reue aſunder I wyll not meddle with ſuch a matter. ¶ Why can not I thee thus much perſwade For that in my mynde is the beſt trade. ¶ Whan all is ſaide and all is done, Concernynge all thynges both more and leſſe Yet lyke to the Schole none vnder the Sonne Bryngeth to children ſo much heauyneſſe. ¶ What though it be paynfull, what thought it be greues, For ſo be all thynges at the fyrſte learnynge, Yet meruaylous pleaſure it bryngeth vnto vs As a rewarde for ſuche paynes takynge. Wherfore come of and be of good cheare And go to thy Booke without any feare For a man without knowledge (as I haue read) Maye well be compared to one that is dead. ¶ No more of the Schole, no more of the Booke That wofull worke is not for my purpoſe For vpon thoſe Bookes I maye not looke, If ſo I dyd, my laboure I ſhould loſe. ¶ Why than to me thy fanſye expreſſe That the Schole matters to the are counted weryneſſe ¶ Euen as to a great man, wealthy and ryche Seruice and bondage is a harde thynge So to a Boye both dayntie and nyce Learnynge and ſtudye is greatly diſpleaſynge. ¶ What my Chylde, diſpleaſynge I praye the? That maketh a man lyue ſo happyly. ¶ Yea by my trouthe, ſuche kynde of wyſdome Is to my hearte I tell you, verye lotheſome. ¶ What tryall therof haſt thou taken That the Scole of thee is ſo ill beſpoken? ¶ What tryall therof woulde ye fayne knowe? Nothynge more eaſye then this to ſhowe: At other boyes handes, I haue it learned, And that of thoſe truelye moſt of all other Which for a certen tyme haue remayned In the houſe and pryſon of a Scholemayſter ¶ I dare well ſaye that there is no myſerye But rather Ioye, paſtyme, and pleaſure Alwayes with Scholers hapynge company, No lyfe to this, I the wall aſſure. ¶ It is not true Father which you do ſaye, The contrarye therof is proued alwaye, For as the Brute goeth by many a one, Their tender bodyes both nyght and daye Are whypped and ſcourged, and beate lyke a ſtone That from toppe to toe, the ſayn is awaye. ¶ Is there not (ſaye they) for them in this caſe, Gyuen other whyle for pardone ſome place?